The Trials and Tribulations of Amy Sue and Maxine

By Reddbunnz

Chapter One

“Maxine, you sure look like shit,” my best friend Amy Sue says while staring at my naked body. “You look like something that’s been ridden hard and put away wet.”

“Well, I’ve just fucked the entire football team,” I reply. “So I guess that I have been ridden hard. And, I’m still very wet with all this cum in and on me. But, I’m sure not ready to be put away yet.”

Of course, we’re both stoned and drunk while we’re sitting around the backyard pool at Amy Sue’s parent’s house in the early morning hours after our high school graduation party. Not only that, but we both just finished pulling a train with the entire football team. We’ve both got cum leaking out of our cunts and assholes, as well as dripping from our mouths. But, right now we’re beginning to sober up a bit.

Suddenly reality begins to set in as we wonder what our future will hold. I know that my parents want me to go to the local community college. But, for what? I’ve got no interested in continuing my schooling. In fact, I want out of school permanently. However, they want me to go, and who knows. Maybe I will find someone with a big cock and lots of money there. Yes, I’m what some people call a ‘Gold Digger’. Others just call me a ‘whore’ and a ‘slut’. All three names fit.

“Hey,” Amy Sue says. “Last year my cousin went to New York and is doing quite well as a model. Maybe we should do the same. Hell, we’ve both got hot bodies, and I’ll bet that we can suck and fuck our way into a hot modeling career if we try hard enough.”

“But, my mom and dad want me to go to college,” I reply.

“Fuck that,” Amy Sue says. “And do what? Get your ‘Mrs. Degree’ and become a walking, talking baby factory? Fuck that!”

Well, I’ve got to admit that the idea of going off to New York in search of a modeling career is much more interesting than going to the local community college for the next one or two years. The more Amy Sue tells me about her cousin, the more interested I become. Eventually, I agree and we decide to go to New York together.

Of course, my parents throw a fit when I tell them that I’m not going to school anymore. In fact, both of them tell me that they’re not going to finance my ‘New York vacation’, as my dad calls it. Amy Sue gets a similar reaction from her parents. So, a week later we pack our clothes, and our CDs, into several old suitcases, board a Greyhound bus, and head for a life of fame and fortune in New York City.

However, when we get there we find that every modeling agency in town that we contact already has its stable of established, and proven, models. What’s worse, we are among thousands of beautiful young girls who just graduated from high school that are trying to start a modeling career in The City.

It doesn’t take us long to learn that we need jobs quick since we don’t have much money and living in The City is expensive. Our only options, like most young girls trying to break into either show business or modeling, is to work as a server in some restaurant or bar, or as an office administrative assistant.

We both agree that the first option will subject our feet, and probably our asses, too much abuse. So, we agree to look for work as administrative assistants while we’re waiting for our break into modeling. Eventually we both answer an ad for jobs with a medium-sized Madison Avenue advertising agency.

“Gladys, tell Mr. Adams that there are a couple more applicants out here for the two sexretary openings.”

“Sexretary?” Amy Sue asks. “I don’t think so. We’re not whores. We are only interested in becoming administrative assistants. Nothing more.”

“Listen, you dumb cunt,” she replies. “At this company, all administrative assistants are sluts and whores. Either you put out for the boss or you starve. Make up your mind which you want to do.”

“Janice, you’re wanted in the conference room,” a middle-aged guy who just entered the reception area tells the bitch sitting at the receptionist’s desk.

She quickly grabs her purse, checks her make-up, and re-applies another coat of bright red lipstick before heading down the hall. As she walks away we are able to see that she’s wearing a very short, very tight mini skirt – one that barely covers her ass while she walks. That is, if what she’s doing can be called walking. She sure knows how to shake her booty as she heads down the hall.

“Welcome, to Townsend, Wiggins, Anderson, and Torzinski, Inc. Or, as we’re better known around the industry, T.W.A.T.” the suited man tells us. “My name is Howard Adams, and I will be conducting your interviews. Please follow me.”

Amy Sue and I spend the next 30 minutes answering most of the normal types of questions that we expected during a regular job interview. You know the type: Background, education, family, future goals, etc. Boring stuff. But, that’s when the conversation suddenly turns kinky.

He starts asking us about our sex lives. What we like to do when having sex? How many times we’ve been fucked? Have we ever taken it in the ass? Do we like bondage? Really kinky, personal stuff. Well, we both need the jobs, so we both answer his questions as honestly, and as sexily, as possible.

“OK,” he adds. “Let’s get to the goods. Both of you please take off your blouses and bras and show me your tits.”

I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me. Neither of us moves. We are both stunned at his request. I also wonder if his request is legal.

“Com’on bitches,” he adds. “I know you both want this job. Now either you show me your tits or this interview is over and you can leave. There are others outside just waiting for this opportunity. Not only that, but I also will see to it that you’re blacklisted by every agency in this town. So, show me your tits or get the fuck out. ”

I look over at Amy Sue again. Only now she’s unbuttoning her blouse. I realize that I had better follow her lead, and shortly we are both standing there naked from the waist up. He has us turn and do a 360 pirouette so that he can ‘fully appreciate the view’. Fuckin pervert! I find it embarrassing to be standing here like this. But, surprisingly I also find it exciting. I can feel my puss getting wet and my nipples are rock hard.

“Lookin’ good!” he replies. “OK, now drop the skirts and panties. Let’s see what you look like in just your heels and stockings.”

This time we don’t hesitate. Thirty seconds later we’re both standing before Mr. Adams bare-ass naked. Next, he has us turn around so that he can see our asses. Finally while we are facing away from him he has us spread our legs about 3’ apart and then bend over and grab our ankles. We are now giving him a rear view of both of our bottom holes. Once again his only comment is ‘Lookin’ good!’

He then pages Janice to his office. He does not say anything about getting dressed, so we both remain bent over; holding our ankles, while bare-ass naked. However, we are really surprised when Janice enters his office in her birthday suit, too. All she’s wearing is a garter, stockings, and stiletto heels. In addition, her lipstick is smeared, her hair is a mess, and it looks like she has cum stuck on her chin and tits.

“Janice, please take these two sexpots down to see Wiggins and Townsend for final approval,” he tells her. “Tell them that I recommend that we hire these two sluts as our newest sexretaries.”

“Follow me, bitches,” Janice says as she turns and starts to waddle towards the door.

Neither of us knows what to say. When I begin to reach for my clothes, Amy Sue gives me a look and shakes her head to indicate ‘No’ as she begins to follow Janice while still totally naked. I follow Amy Sue’s lead and do the same. Before I know it, we are led into what appears to be a big office. Inside there are two older executives waiting for our arrival. Both have their pants and shorts dropped below their ankles. They both also have cocks that are standing at full mast.

“OK, bitches,” Janice says to the two of us. “Final test. Give them both a BJ. If they approve, you’re hired.”

Again, I look over at Amy Sue. She looks back at me, nods her head affirmatively, and then drops to her knees before crawling over to one of the old guys where she begins to suck his cock. I realize that’s what is expected of us both and I follow her lead. Fifteen minutes later we both have cum on our face and tits when Janice returns with our clothes.

“OK, bitches,” she says. “You’ve been approved. Be here at 8 AM sharp tomorrow morning if you want the job. B-T-W, (By the way) our dress code is no bras, panties, or panty hose. Dresses or blouses must be V-neck and show a lot of cleavage, including the top of your areolas. Skirts or dresses cannot come down any further than 6” below your pussy.”

“Garters, stockings and 6” Fuck Me! stiletto heels must be worn at all time. Bright red lipstick is required at all times, too. First violation of the dress code requires an automatic public spanking. Second violation means your dismissal. If you agree to these terms, be here before 8 AM tomorrow morning.”

Without waiting for an answer, she immediately turns and waddles out of the office. We both turn and look at the two old guys who are now involved in a business discussion. The only reaction we get is when one of them just tells us ‘You’re excused.’ Not knowing what else to do, we both turn, pick up our clothes, and leave the office.

Eventually we find the ladies room so we can get dressed and fix our faces. We are surprised again when we find three other sexretaries in there, totally naked except for their stockings and garters, applying more red lipstick. Evidently all women in the company are nothing but sluts and unofficial whores. Right now I am seriously wondering if I should pack up, go home, and enroll in the community college. Then I realize that will lead to that walking, talking baby factory life that neither of us wants.

After leaving the office, Amy Sue and I find a bar to sit and discuss our options. We also check out the want ads again for both modeling and administrative assistant positions. But, everything we see has the same qualification: ‘Experience Required’. Our only experience is fucking our way through high school. Finally, we come to the realization that we need the jobs at TWAT. We also agree that if we are ‘good girls’, maybe we can fuck our way to the top. So, we agree to take the sexretary jobs.

The next morning we arrive at the office on time, dressed appropriately, and are quickly ushered into the Human Resources Manager’s office. We spend the first hour filling out forms and paperwork. Eventually the HR Manager, a 50 something blonde with big tits and a bubble butt ass, explains that no matter what her position, all women in the company are expected to suck and/or fuck on demand.

The number one job of all women employees of the company is to keep the clients and the male executives sexually satisfied. In fact, she even admits us that she ‘worked’ until after midnight last night ‘keeping two Japanese customers happy’. Then, she also warns us that since we are the youngest, and also the hottest, girls in the office, we will be in high demand.

That, plus the fact that it appears we give the best BJs of any of the office sluts. This alone will make us popular with all of the suits. Later that morning our ‘indoctrination’ includes us bent over one of the tables in the executive lunchroom, naked of course, while every male executive in the office is given a chance to fuck our snatches.

Then, that evening Amy Sue and I are invited to our first ‘after-hours private conference’. Of course, everyone in the ‘private conference’ is naked, and before the night is over all three of my holes has cum dripping out. In fact, we spend most evenings in a ‘private conference’ with either the company prez or one of his top VPs. Of course, our ‘private conferences’ always includes us naked and either on our knees or our backs.

About three months after joining TWAT, we are both asked to attend another ‘after-hours private conference’ in the board room. When we show up, we find the company president and his three top Senior VPs waiting for us. All four are naked, and all four also have rock hard dicks sticking out from their groin. Soon both Amy Sue and I are on our hands and knees with a dick in our cunt and another one in our mouth. That’s when the fireworks start.

“What the fuck is going on here?” a middle-aged woman yells as she forces her way into the conference room. “Who the fuck are these whores, and why are you fucking them instead of me?”

She’s followed into the room by the Office Manager and three other middle-aged women. Everyone in the company knows that the Office Manager is a 60 something old hag that has been passed over for promotion several times. Rumor has it that she used to be the prez’s personal fuckbunny, but she was replaced when she started showing her age. Not only that, but it’s no secret that she dislikes both Amy Sue and me because we get more sex than any other bitch working at the company.

Later I learn that the first woman bursting into the office is the company president’s wife. The other three are the wives of the three Senior VPs. All are mad as hell. After a lot of screaming and yelling, the Office Manager simply tells Amy Sue and me to get our clothes and get out. On our way out the door, all we can hear is more screaming and yelling. I figure that our days at the company are over.

Normally we take the bus to and from work. But, right now we’re both hot, horny, and sexually frustrated. We decide to walk off some of our energy. About two blocks from our apartment, we pass one of the neighborhood bars. It’s one that we’ve never been in before. We decide to stop and get a drink, and to talk about our future employment options.

We pick out a table in the back of the bar to drown our sorrows. Of course, neither of us is old enough to drink legally. But, we aren’t thinking clearly right now. We’re still thinking about what happened at work. We both are sure that we’re going to get fired in the morning. In fact, we’re so concerned about our future at the agency that we fail to notice that all the other patrons in the bar are men. The only other women in the bar are the servers. Not only that, but we also fail to notice that the servers are all topless. Several of them also have cum dried on their faces and tits.

About five minutes after sitting down, and while we’re still talking about the events from the office, one of the topless servers comes over to us and gives us two drinks. All she’s wearing is a very short micro mini skirt that barely cover hers ass. Other than that, all she has on are 6” Fuck Me! stilettos. Her rack is gigantic – and lovely. I want to reach out and suck those beauties.

But, first things first: She explains that both drinks are complementary and are from two guys sitting at the bar. Well, we figure that very soon we are going to be unemployed. So rather than ordering, and paying, for our own drinks, we accept the two freebees. So, we thank her and give her a small tip. About five minutes later she’s back with another set of drinks. From the same two guys. She then bends over and whispers something into Amy Sues ear before leaving.

“Hey, Max,” Amy Sue explains. “She tells me that there’s a tradition in the bar where any gal or group of gals who accept more than two drinks from the same guy or group of guys must pay for the drinks in one of the bathrooms.”

“No shit,” I reply. “How? BJs or with our cunts?”

“She didn’t say,” Amy Sue answers. “But, now that I am looking around, I don’t think that any of these guys will be settling for a BJ.”

As our topless server walks away from our table, she’s really wiggling her ass at us. But, we don’t notice her obvious flirtations. We also don’t pay much attention to what the server has told Amy Sue as we continue talking about what we are going to do for money starting tomorrow. Suddenly, the server comes back over to us with another set of drinks. She then tells us that if we want the drinks, we must pay for them in the bathroom. We look over and see the two guys walking towards the men’s room.

“Go ahead,” the server tells us. “They’re both great fucks. But, right now all they want is a BJ.”

Amy Sue immediately gives me a naughty looking grin. We’re both still very horny. We both think that a load of cum right now might make the night better. So, we thank the server and leave the fresh drinks sitting on our table. The server then tells us to follow her. We are expecting to be taken to the men’s bathroom. To our surprise, the server then takes us to the women’s room. All three of us enter the women’s room together.

“Oh, yes,” the server says after locking the women’s room door. “Another tradition in this bar is that all women entering either of the bathrooms must be naked. Also, if you go into the men’s room, you must fuck whoever is in there at the time. Here, you only have to give them BJs.”

With that, she strips off her mini-skirt. She’s commando underneath, so she’s now totally naked except for her garters, stockings, and stilettos. I look at Amy Sue and she looks at me. We both shrug our shoulders at the same time, figure ‘What the Hell?’, and strip off our work clothes. After all, we were bare-ass naked in front of nine people about 45 minutes ago.

Next, she leads us over to two of the bathroom stalls. Only, instead of a commode, these stalls contain a glory hole. She then tells us to get down on our knees and look through the hole. When we do, we can see our two guys standing there naked. As soon as they see us, they walk forward and stick their rock hard cocks through the glory holes. It doesn’t take us long to get both guys to pop, for both are horny as hell.

Just as we are about to leave, she walks over to us and tells us that now she wants her tip. Neither of us has ever had sex with any strange women before. Yes, we’ve played sex games together, but neither of us has ever licked a stranger’s pussy. By now we’re getting drunk enough to do anything, so we take turns eating her pussy.

After she cums, all three of us turn to find our clothes so that we can get dressed and go back out into the bar. But, before Amy Sue and I can pick up our clothes, the server collects our blouses and bras.

“You’ll get these back when you’re ready to leave,” the server explains. “Another tradition in this bar is that any bitch who has visited the glory holes must remain topless for the rest of the night. In addition, you’re next set of drinks will cost you a pussy fuck, and the round after that will cost you an ass fuck.”

“Fuck that,” Amy Sue replies as she’s tosses the server her skirt and panties. “In that case, I might as well stay naked, for I plan to get drunk tonight.”

Her comment takes me by surprise, but I decide that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I immediately toss my skirt and panties to the server, too, and follow Amy Sue back out into the club bare-ass naked. When all the males in the club realize that there are two totally naked cunts walking across the club, they immediately let out a cheer.

As I walk, I decide to give them a real show and intentionally begin to wiggle and jiggle both my tits and ass as nastily as possible. I’m ready for some real cock now. Something more than those old suits at the advertising agency.

Well, to make a long story short, we spend about three hours in the bar, but never spend a dime. All of our food and drinks are free. Well, almost free. We also ingest about a gallon of man juice through all three of our holes. We even make a couple of trips to the men’s room. We also ‘tip’ all of the topless servers on duty. Not only that, but when we leave we’re almost too drunk to walk home.

Chapter Two

A short while later, while we’re waiting for the elevator back in our apartment building, we run into one of our neighbors who we know is both a lesbian and a lawyer. We tell her about our evening, and she says that someone should have warned us about that bar. We don’t tell her that we are planning to go back tomorrow night. After all, we both expect that by tomorrow night we will both be unemployed, and using our cunts to get food and drinks is better than starving to death.

But, we do tell her that we expect to get fired in the morning. She tells us that sex and gender equality discrimination is her legal specialty. She normally represents LGBTs (Lesbians/Gays/Bisexuals/Transgenders), but occasionally works for straights, too. She then suggests that maybe she should go to work with us tomorrow morning as our legal counsel.

We both think that’s a great idea, but neither of us can afford a lawyer. We are only making minimum wage at the agency. The only real benefit we receive from either the agency or its officers is an occasional fancy dinner in exchange for a fuck. We now realize that we’ve been played like a banjo. But, it was fun while it lasted.

Then, she tells us her fee: She says that she’ll represent us ‘pro bono’ if we come back to her place tonight and double team her pussy and asshole. She wants us to be her naked sex slaves for the night. Hell, we were doing more than that at work with four guys earlier tonight when their wives caught us. Well, we both know that we are nothing more than whores anyway since we’ve been unofficially fucking for money ever since we arrived in New York.

So, as we’re riding up in the elevator, we agree to do our first all-girl ménage-a-trios in exchange for free legal advice. As soon as we enter her apartment, she tells us to strip totally naked and leave all our clothes next to the door. She then tells us that once we’re naked we’re to make us all a drink while she ‘gets more comfortable’. When she returns, she’s also totally naked. Well, maybe not totally. She’s wearing a 10” strap-on dong. She’s also carrying two sets of handcuffs.

I’m still not sure if we went there because we wanted her legal help, if we were too drunk to know any better, or if we just enjoyed licking the topless gal’s cunts in the bar and wanted more. Well, all I can say is that when we leave her apartment the next morning, we’re both thinking that if she’s as good a lawyer as she is a lezzie domme, our jobs will be saved.

As we expect, as soon as we get to work the next morning, we are called into a conference with the Office Manager and the head of HR. We ask or lezzie lawyer to wait out in the reception area while we meet with them privately. Obviously, our suspicions are right: We are about to be fired for fuckin’ the bosses. We are politely asked to resign ‘for the good of the company’.

“Good of the company?” I reply. “Don’t you mean ‘for the good of the suits that have been fuckin’ us both since the day we were hired?”

“Besides,” Amy Sue adds. “It appears to me that your both just jealous and can’t stand the competition. Not only that, but I think you’re both lezzies at heart. After all, we’ve never seen either of you getting fucked by any of the bosses.”

“Tell you what,” I reply. “We’ll both eat your pussies every day for a month if you let us keep our jobs.”

Well, it appears that we’ve managed to really piss off the Office Manager. Her face is now bright red. The conversation goes downhill from there. We realize that no matter what we say or do, we’re going to be fired. So, we introduce them to our lezzie lawyer. Boy, are they pissed when we tell them that if the company wants us to leave quietly, they must negotiate an exit package with her.

Next, the Office Manager and the HR Manager ask us to wait while they confer with the company’s prez. Shortly afterwards, they return with the prez and the company’s in-house lawyer. It now appears that this is not going to be a pleasant negotiation. But, what the fuck? We’ve been giving this bastard free fucks and BJs for over three months. It’s time for him to pay up, too.

Before the day is over, we agree to voluntarily leave the company, keep everything we know about it or any of its employees or officers confidential, and also enter into a two-year non-competitive employment and full confidentiality agreement. In exchange, the company agrees to give us both a severance package that not only includes full salary plus benefits for two full years valued at $75K/year, it also includes an additional $150K each in hush money. Simply put, we agree to get out of the industry and keep our mouths shut about fucking the bosses in exchange for money. I guess that legally we just became fuckin’ pros.

Our lezzie lawyer also gets them to agree to allow us to formally file a sex discrimination lawsuit against the firm, and then officially accept a ‘plea bargain’ agreement that seals all public records and places a gag order on everyone involved. This, in effect, allows the agreement to officially be classified as a judicial award – not income – and therefore it is tax free money.

By the end of the day we both are without a job, but each of us now has about $300K additional in the bank. Who says that fuckin’ and suckin’ don’t pay? After the meeting ends, we all go out to a local bar to celebrate. Neither Amy Sue nor I know that it’s a lezzie bar. But, we’re so happy that we don’t care that there aren’t any guys there.

“Greetings, fellow muff divers,” our lezzie lawyer announces as we enter the bar. “I would like to introduce our two newest converts to the lifestyle: Amy Sue and Maxine. Today these two bitches offered to eat pussy every day for a month in order to keep their jobs. Anyone interested in taking them up on that offer?”

“Can we suck on their tits, too?” one of the patrons yells.

“Hell, Yes!” Amy Sue shouts back while removing her blouse and bra. “Come and get these puppies.”

Well, Amy Sue’s comment takes me by surprise. But, we’re both still on an emotional high. After all, we just fought ‘The Man’, and, unlike the song, we won. In addition, I quickly see that I’m seriously outnumbered. So, ‘when in Rome….’ So, I strip off my blouse and bra, too. Before the night’s over, both Max and I get really drunk and end up suckin’ and fuckin’ most of the dykes in the place.

We even end up working for tips as totally naked servers. Sometimes our tips are a free pussy licking. Other times we’re bent over the table and fucked by a chick with a dick (strap-on). When we leave the lezzie bar we’re both very drunk and feeling no pain after spending most of the day and night fucking and sucking a bunch of dykes.

When we return to our apartment building we don’t go to our place. We end up at our lezzie lawyer’s apartment, naked and in cuffs. Actually, I am learning that I not only like eating pussy, but I think that I’m a bit of a submissive. Amy Sue also appears to like serving others, too. For the second night in a row, we learn that we both love to eat strange pussy. Or, get ours eaten by another gal.

Later we both admit that women do eat pussy better than men. But, we also admit that there’s nothin’ better than a good fuckin’. And, that takes a guy with a rock hard cock. While discussing our future, Amy Sue comes up with another real brainstorm.

“Hey, Max,” she says. “Remember that first night at the bar down the street. You know, were we had to fuck and suck for our food and drinks the night before we got fired by TWAT. Well, since knowing how to use our T&A got us this far, why don’t we use our bodies to tour the country? Only we won’t charge for pussy. Just ask the guys to give us free food, drinks, and a place to spend the night. Officially we won’t be whores. Just ‘Gold Diggin’ Sluts’. Hell, this country is filled with those bitches.”

“We can go from city to city, night club to night club, and each night have a one-night stand with a different sugar daddy,” she explains. “I figure that there’s a bunch of horny guys out there willing to supply us with plenty of drinks, food, and a place to spend the night in return for a hot piece of ass or two. All we have to do is continue doing what we do best – fucking and sucking.”

“Yeah,” I add. “It doesn’t look like we’re going to make it as models. Even in high school our only real skills were located on our chest and between our legs. Let’s fuckin’ do it!”

So, we make a minor investment in a three year-old Camaro convertible. Other than that, we spend some of our new found wealth on hot, sexy, revealing party dresses, micro G-string bikinis, and Fuck Me! Stilettos. No bras or panties. We plan to wear the micro G-string bikinis during the day, and change into the party dresses for clubbing. We figure that between the two, we won’t need any undies. If worse comes to worse, we’ll just flash our tits or pussies for food.

Everything works according to our plan. We spend between 3-5 days each in Philly, Pittsburgh, and Cleveland. We don’t spend any money on drinks, meals, or motels the entire time. We learn quickly how to spot the reverse Cougar bars, where all the sugar daddies looking for a young piece of ass like to party. We even con them into theatre and ball game tickets. All we have to do is put out at the end of the evening.

By the time we reach Chicago, our plan is working to perfection. We stay in ChiTown at least two weeks and are never with the same guys two nights in a row. Some nights we party together. Other nights we party separately. But, party we do. Sometimes I wonder how we keep from getting pregnant we’re sucking and fucking so much.

Even on the days where one of us in on the rag, we somehow manage to find a guy or two who wants a red shower. I used to think that we are kinky. But some of the guys we meet put us to shame. One guy even asks me to sit on his face when my period is flowing heavy. I paint him red while he’s eating my cunt. He loves every second of it. Fuckin’ pervert!

Well, after fucking our way around ChiTown, we head west and do the same for a couple of days in the Twin Cities. So far the only money that we have spent since leaving the city is for gas. All of our meals, drinks, and rooms are provided for us. Our motto has become ‘Fuckin’ Our Way Across the USA’.

Eventually we decide it’s time to give our pusses a short break and head west for Seattle. Of course, that means several days of driving through the northern plains states and a lot of ‘God’s Country’. You know, land that is so bad that only God would want it. Most of it was given to the Native Americans years ago. It’s all land that no white man wanted. Well, until gold was discovered in ‘them thar hills’.

Then it happens on the morning of the second day after we leave the Twin Cities. I’m not sure which state we are in, but I do remember that fateful day very well. The weather is perfect. It’s warm, but not too hot. We don’t see a cloud in the sky. There’s also a slight breeze keeping us cool.

We’re cruising along with the convertible’s top down when Amy Sue says that the sun is really feeling good on her skin. Since we are in the middle of nowhere, she decides to go ‘au natural’ and get an ‘all over tan’. That sounds good to me, so we stop the car, strip out of our string bikinis, place them in the trunk of the car, and get back in wearing nothing but our stilettos and two big smiles.

About 10 miles later, while riding totally naked in an open air convertible, we pass a sign telling us that we’re entering sovereign Native American land. Or, as they more commonly call – ‘the res’. About 25 miles after entering ‘the res’ we pass another sign telling us that we are entering Lesbonia, a sovereign nation of Lesbian Americans.

We’ve never heard of such a place, so we just ignore the sign and continue driving. Later we discover that the northern plains states are loaded with a lot of similar little, but very active and independent, unique communities. Each and every one of them has declared its independence from the U.S. and is willing to fight to keep everything that way. The state governments just look the other way and don’t want to pick a fight that will put them on the national news.

Well, one of the signs that we miss warns all visitors that in Lesbonia all women are required to be topless. But, all free women must also be clothed below the waist. It’s against the law in Lesbonia for any free woman to expose her pussy in public. Of course, we’re totally naked – bare pussies and all. So, we actually begin breaking the law the moment we drive onto their land.

We’re not more than five miles into Lesbonia when suddenly we see a patrol car come speeding by with its lights flashing. The patrol car immediately cuts us off and forces us to stop on the side of the road. Both officers are women, naturally. But, what surprises us is their uniform. They’re both totally topless – and well endowed, I might add. One looks like she’s got a set of 34Cs, and the other one appears to be a 36D. Ours are bigger, but theirs are very impressive, too.

However, they are not bottomless. Both are wearing a set of very tight skorts which highlight their lovely asses. We both are getting horny just staring at their T&A. Both also have a traditional police belt, complete with handgun, cuffs, mace, stun gun, Billy club, and the like. However, what really surprises us is another unique ‘weapon’ that they have sticking out from that belt – a 9” strap-on dildo. That’s right – both are packing in more than one way.

Although purely female, they’re definitely not twins. The larger of the two appears to be a butch dyke, while her partner appears to be a lipstick lesbian. But, neither of the officers looks or sounds friendly. They immediately signal for us to get out of the car, which we do. Immediately we are ordered to assume the infamous body search position over the trunk of our little car. Amy Sue is on the left side leaning over the trunk while I lean over from the right.

We both are bent at the waist and have our tits and hands pressing down on the hot metal on top of the trunk itself. We also have our legs spread wide open. Then, in plain sight of anyone who drives by, they conduct a full body cavity search and end up fingering all three of our holes and playing with our tits.

“They must be escaped slaves,” the butch officer comments. “No respectable Lesbonian would ever be caught baring her pussy in public. Therefore, they must be fugitive slaves and must be arrested and taken in for additional punishment.”

“If you’re right,” her lipstick lezzie partner asks. “Why aren’t they branded as slaves? There’s no ‘S’ branding above their pussies. They could be from one of the other communes who just wandered onto our land. Besides, their car is registered in New York. How could they be escaped slaves?”

“Remember,” the butch cop reminds her partner. “Any female caught baring her puss in public is in violation of Lesbonian law and must be arrested. In addition, our jobs are not to second guess the Judge. Therefore we must assume that they’re escaped slaves. Either way, we need to arrest them both and let the Judge decide their fate. Also, since they are, or soon will be, slaves, we have the right to bone them right here.”

With that, we are both made to turn around, get on our knees, and suck their strap-ons until each is nice and juicy. After about five minutes of strap-on cocksucking, we are both bent back over the trunk of our car and get both our pussies and assholes fucked by the two dyke cops and their 9” strap-ons. They even take turns with us both. We get it rough from the butch dyke and gentle from the lipstick lezzie. But, both are very enjoyable.

“To be honest,” Amy Sue admits when they’re done fucking us. “I think that we enjoyed getting fucked by you two as much as when we are fucking guys. If all lezzies could fuck with a strap-on as good as you two dykes, we would willingly become a full-time carpet muncher. You both had us begging for more.”

Well, I don’t say anything, for I know that Amy Sue’s just fucking with their minds hoping that they will let us go. After all, we both know that we aren’t about to give up fucking guys anytime soon. A fake dick is better than nothing. But, it’s not better than the real thing. But, her efforts are in vain. For, we are about to begin the next chapter in our lives – as Lesbonian sex slaves.

Chapter Three

Just as the two dyke cops finish banging our boxes, along comes this big flat-bed semi-truck. On the flat-bed trailer is a long beam mounted about 8’ into the air and running from one end of the truck bed to another. Hanging from the beam are about 25 sets of handcuffs. All but two of those sets of cuffs is holding a totally naked, stiletto heeled female prisoners.

As the truck comes to a stop, I am able to get a closer look at several of their pussies. Each one has the letter ‘S’ branded directly above her twat. Later I learn that each of these naked beauties is a Lesbonian slave, and all are returning back to the slave compound after spending a night of fucking and sucking at a lezzie whorehouse down near the freeway.

Next, we are ordered to get up on the slave wagon, as she calls it, and are quickly locked into the two open sets of cuffs.

“We’ll see you two bitches in town,” the butch cop yells to us as the truck begins to pull away.

We struggle to keep our balance as the truck bounces along the road. We also begin to talk with two of the slaves that are cuffed right beside us. I learn that the one standing right beside me was arrested six months ago and charged with fucking a man. She was sentenced to 10 years as a slave.

When I tell her that we were arrested for baring our pussies in public, she says that’s an automatic two years minimum as a slave. However, she also tells us that if we are convicted as escaped slaves, we probably will get the maximum: 100 lashes, 30 days on ‘the cross’, and then life as a sex slave.

“I hope you like eating pussy and assholes,” she adds. “Because you’re going to do a lot of both for the next two years – and probably a lot more.”

When we ask her what she means by ‘the cross’, she just smiles and sarcastically says “You’ll see. It’s a whole lotta fun!”

As we pull into the main town, I look over to the city center and see what appears to be the judicial center. There I see what appears to be a Judge sitting behind a courtroom style judicial bench, a slave standing in front of the Judge and probably awaiting a ruling, and a small audience viewing area.

On the left of the Judge’s area is another long beam mounted about 10’ above the ground. There are about 24 naked girls with their arms pulled tightly up and over their heads cuffed to chains hanging down from the beam. Some of those girls look to be very young – maybe 12 or 14.

On the right of the Judge’s area is a large frame with cuffs dangling from the top two corners. Obviously, this is a whipping frame. But, the most startling sight is there are at least 24 crosses behind the whipping frame – many with girls hanging from the cross’ horizontal beams. Now I know what the other slave meant when she said something about 30 days on ‘the cross’.

The slave wagon stops just long enough for them to remove us. After we are cuffed to the beam to the left of the makeshift courtroom, one of our two arresting dyke cops comes over to what appears to be either a bailiff or jailer and tells her that we are captured escaped slaves. Then our dyke jailer comments that she better get two more crosses ready.

Just as the jailer finishes teasing us about needing two more crosses, we hear the girl standing in front of the lezzie Judge scream.

“No, you can’t do that!” the girl yells. “I’m not an escaped slave!”

BAMM!

“For that you just earned a double maximum penalty,” the Judge screams back after banging her gavel on the bench. “I hereby sentence you to 200 lashes, 60 days on the cross, after which you will spend the rest of your natural life as a lesbian sex slave. Take this bitch away and whip her good.”

BAMM!

Just as I am about to look at Amy Sue and tell her to keep her mouth shut no matter what happens when we get in front of that Judge, I feel a cock probing my asshole. I turn my head and see that Amy Sue is getting the same treatment. Our dyke cops are back with their strap-ons.

“Open wide, cunts,” the one dyke cop says to Amy Sue. “You’re fuckin slaves now. Lesbonian law allows any free woman to fuck any slave at any time, any place, and any where she wants. We want to fuck your asses right now before you get branded as slaves.”

“That’s right,” the second dyke cop says into my ear. “You’re scheduled to get the ‘S’ branded onto your cunts very soon. Then, once you go before the Judge, she will think that you’re both escaped slaves. After all, we cops are never wrong. I hope you enjoy hanging from the cross for 30 days. But, after all, we both know how much you love being naked in public. Now you can do that for the rest of your life.”

Just as she sadistically makes that statement, she equally sadistically plunges her strap-on dong into my asshole. I hear Amy Sue grunt, too; she is getting the same treatment. We have no choice but to stand there and bear it. We still have our hands cuffed over our heads and are totally defenseless. I also look down the line and see quite a few of the slaves similarly cuffed also getting fucked by Lesbonians with strap-on dongs.

Just as the two dyke cops are getting themselves off, I hear a rattling wagon pull up beside the line of us waiting for our chance to go before the Judge. The wagon is pulled by two naked slaves while a third naked slave is walking alongside. I look at the wagon and see that it contains a portable oven, and there are about six long rods stuck into the red-hot coals located in the middle of the oven. No doubt in my mind that this wagon is for branding slaves.

“OK, disobedient Lesbonians and visitors to Lesbonia,” the naked slave attending the wagon’s oven says. “It’s time for your slavery marking. Don’t give me no shit, and there will be none in return.”

“Also,” one of the dyke cops says. “Giving her shit is a punishable offense. The penalty is mandatory: 25 lashes, 7 days on the cross, and 2 years of slavery. There will be no trial. All that’s needed is for two police officers to witness the event. Plus, that penalty is in addition to whatever penalty the Judge gives you for your crimes against Lesbonia.”

The naked slave attending the oven quickly pulls out the first rod from the fire. On its end is a three inch tall letter ‘S’. It matches all the ‘S’ brands on all of the marked slaves. The end of the rod bearing the ‘S’ is red hot. I know the second it touches me my skin will fry. But, that’s the purpose of branding. A brand is supposed to be a permanent body marking that will not wash or wear off.

“OK, slut,” the slave with the branding iron says to me. “Spread your legs as wide as you can. I want to see your pretty little clit smiling back at me. Failure to do so will earn you the penalty the two police officers just described.”

I am scared shitless. But, I also am afraid of what will happen if I fight, so I open my legs as wide as my cuffed arms permit.

“Bare pussy,” the slave with the branding iron says. “Good. Less mess that way.”

She then steps forward, grabs a hold my pussy, sticks a finger into my slit, and pulls my twat upwards just a bit, giving her a better angle for the red-hot branding iron.

SSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!!!

“Oh, my fuckin shit!” I scream. “What the fuck have you done to my pussy?”

I am crying now. It’s the worst pain that I have ever felt, and I consider myself a pain slut.

“Fuck you, you no good fuckin’ whore!” I scream at her. “I will get you for this!”

“Mistress, this whore just threatened me,” the slave with the branding iron says to one of the dyke cops.

Both dyke cops agree that I have just threatened bodily harm to another Lesbonian. Therefore, they also declare that I am in violation of a law that requires immediate and mandatory punishment without appeal.

“OK, take her to the whipping post, give her 25, and then put her on a cross for seven days,” the dyke cop says. “After that, schedule her for the Judge. Also, please make a note in her file that 2 years are to be added to whatever penalty the Judge orders.”

As they are leading me away towards the whipping frame, I hear the hot iron burning flesh again. Then, I hear Amy Sue screaming profanities, and eventually she repeats my threat to the branding iron slave.

“I’ll get you for this, you fuckin’ whore!” she screams at the top of her lungs.

“Same as her friend,” the butch dyke cop says. “25 lashes, 7 days on a cross, and at least 2 years in slavery.”

When I get to the little stage containing the whipping post, the slave who had been sentenced to 200 lashes earlier is still getting her whipping. The slave doing the whipping turns to the butch cop escorting me and says that she will be the last one for the day. But, that I will be first one whipped in the morning. The guard agrees and then takes me over to crucifixion area.

“Since these sluts haven’t been whipped yet, tie them in the ass fucking position,” the butch cop tells the slave tending the crucifixion area.

I see two crosses lying on the ground. I am told to lay face and cunt down on one of the crosses. My arms are quickly, but securely, tied to the horizontal arms of the cross.

Then they have me pull my feet up so that my ass is pointed up and out slightly and then very securely tie my ankles to the cross. I try to wiggle free, but all three knots are very tight. The slave doing the tying really knows what she’s doing. A few minutes later Amy Sue is tied to the other formerly empty cross in a similar fashion, and then we both are lifted upright and our crosses are planted into adjoining stands. There are at least 12 of us slaves hanging from crosses, but only Amy Sue and I are hanging with our asses pointing out.

“Fresh meat!” the attending slave yells.

Shortly afterwards, I begin to see a bunch of Lesbonian free women coming towards us; all are sporting strap-on dongs. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that we are about to get our asses fucked – again, and again, and again.

“W-T-F (What the Fuck) are we gonna do?” I ask Amy Sue when I realize that we’re about to get ass fucked by a bunch of horny lezzies.

Suddenly, we hear two police cars pull up. We look and see four Native American guys get out of the cars. That’s when I notice that the cars are labeled ‘Tribal Police’. These aren’t Lesbonians. They’re Native American cops. We’d forgotten that Lesbonia is officially on Native American reservation land. The Lesbonians are only renting the land, and we’re about to find out that there are certain conditions that must be met for them to continue.

“Who’s in charge, here?” one of the Native American cops asks.

“I am,” the dyke behind the Judge’s bench says. “I’m Judge Jeanie Bean, and this Courtroom you are invading is mine. What gives you the right to invade my Courtroom?”

“Well, Dyke Jeanie,” he replies. “We found a car abandoned near the entrance to your property limits. The car has New York State plates, so we don’t believe that it’s owned by one of your cunt lickin’ sisters. Therefore, we want to investigate and see if there are any strangers that your cops have kidnapped and forced into slavery.”

Suddenly, the big dyke cop who arrested us earlier steps forward. She’s almost as big as the biggest Tribal policeman.

“Listen, big boy,” she shouts at the cop. “You don’t have any legal right on this land any more. This is sovereign Lesbonian land. Now, get your fucking cocks off our property and go blow each other somewhere else.”

“Officer,” Judge Jeanie yells. “Back off. This is a legal matter. If not, you may be joining some of your friends on the cross soon.”

The dyke cop quickly steps away from the Native American cops.

“Captain of the guards,” Judge Jeanie yells. “Front and center.”

After the dyke who appears to be the head Lesbonian cop steps forward, the Judge asks her if any foreigners were arrested today. She tells her yes, and points over to us hanging on the cross. The lead Lesbonian cop then tells the Judge that we were arrested for being totally naked and baring our pussies in public. We are on the cross because we were disrespectful when branded.

The Judge then begins ranting about why we were branded before we were brought in front of her Court.

“Those bitches are not slaves until I say that they’re slaves,” she screams at the chief cop. “Now, who put them on the crosses?”

The Captain of the Guards points over to the two Lesbonian cops who arrested us.

“OK, here’s what we’re gonna do,” the Judge says. “Take the two foreigners off their crosses, and bring them to me. Put those two cops who had these two branded illegally on the crosses, and leave them there for one week.”

“Fuck you!” our dyke cop says. “You can’t do that!”

BANG!

“OK, have it your way,” the Judge replies. “I hereby sentence you to 100 lashes, 30 days on the ‘cross’, and then a lifetime as a Lesbonian sex slave. Now, care to try for 200 and 60?”

The dyke cop realizes that she’s in real trouble now, and shuts her mouth. The other Lesbonian cops come over and strip her of her skort and gun belt, and then escort her towards the crosses. Her femme friend is getting a similar escort directly right behind.

After we are released, we are taken to stand in front of the Judge. She then asks us for our version of the story. We tell her that since the weather was so warm today, we decided to sunbathe naked while driving to Seattle. We did not see the signs telling us that baring our pussies is illegal in Lesbonia, and we did not know anything about how most Lesbonians with naked pussies are considered escaped slaves.

“We are not, and do not want, to become dyke slaves,” Amy Sue tells her.

“Well, you are in violation of both Tribal and Lesbonian law,” the Judge says. “I cannot ignore the law.”

“Pardon me,” one of the Tribal cops says. “I believe that because they first broke Tribal law, this falls in Tribal jurisdiction. Therefore, we are taking control of the prisoners and are moving their trial to Tribal Court.”

“Also, the actions of your officers are in violation of the Tribal-Lesbonian Land Lease Agreement. So, any further complications and the Lesbonian Lease could become null and void,” he adds.

“Bailiff,” the Judge says. “Release these two prisoners into the custody of the Tribal Police. However, please notify the Tribal Court that there is an outstanding warrant for both, so we expect their return once the Tribal Court is finished with them.”

“So noted,” one of the Tribal cops says. “However, you and I both know that claim probably will not be honored. But, you still have the right to file it.”

Then, the lead Tribal cop tells his buddies to lock us in the back of separate squad cars, and says that they’re going to recover our car before going back to Tribal Police Headquarters. However, we are not offered any clothing by the Tribal cops. We are quickly cuffed with our wrists behind our backs, have ball gags inserted into our mouths, and then are taken away still totally naked. Plus, the big ‘S’ brand is now, more than ever, apparent just above our pussies.

Next, we are placed in the rear seats of separate squad cars, and eventually are driven away from the Lesbonians. When we arrive at our Camaro, one of the Tribal cops opens the trunk, takes out our Micro G-string bikinis, along with our suitcases, and tosses them a good distance away from the side of the road. Then, he gets into our car and drives away. The two Tribal Police cars follow, leaving our ‘kinis and suitcases trashed along the side of the road in Lesbonia.

Shortly, we cross back over the Lesbonian limits line and are on Tribal Land again. We turn south, and head deep into ‘the res’. Eventually we arrive at a single cabin located in the middle of nowhere. We’re told to get out of the squad cars and then to get down on our knees on the ground. I look at Amy Sue and she looks back at me. We both know that this is not the Tribal Police Headquarters, and we are not about to face a Tribal Judge.

Suddenly an older Native American comes out of the single cabin. He takes one look at us, sees that we’re already naked, and then spots the ‘S’ brand just above our twats.

“Well, it looks like we’ve captured two more escaped Lesbonian slaves,” he says. “Take them down into the caves and lock them up. I will contact the Tribal Council and see what they want us to do with them.”

Suddenly, we are jerked back to our feet and begin marching towards one of the cliffs encircling the area. That’s when we notice an opening at the base of one of the cliffs. It appears to be the entrance to an abandoned mine. However, once we get inside we see that the entire area is nothing but a gigantic underground jail.

It is a huge cave, with jail cells built into the walls encircling a big amphitheater in the center. Hanging from chains in the center of the amphitheater are several female prisoners. Each one is naked, and each one has the letter ‘S’ branded just above the top of her cunt. Each one also has two sets of numbers branded on her tits.

“Are these cunts for branding?” the jailer asks.

“Not yet,” our Tribal cop tells him. “We still need to check with the Chief about what he wants to do with them. However, their cunts are available for anyone needing relief.”

Again, Amy Sue looks at me and I look at her. But, then, we’ve been fucking strangers ever since we left the city. Why would these guys be any different? Hell, they’re probably cleaner than all the guys we’ve been fucking as we travel across the country.

“OK,” the jailer says.

Then, turning to one of his assistants, he tells them to lock us in the floor box stocks. We are taken over to another area, where we see two floor mounted box stocks. They open one side and force us to step inside two semi-circles. Then, they close two other semi-circles around them, locking our ankles in the device.

Next, they force us to bend at the waist and place our wrists in similar, but smaller, circular openings, locking our wrists. We now have both our wrists and ankles locked inside a wooden floor mounted box style stockade, forcing us to stay bent at the waist. This position also exposes all three of our holes for use and abuse. It also exposes both our asses and pussies for spanking and whipping.

Just as the jailer walks away, two of the Tribal cops come over to us and drop their pants. Suddenly, we are both impaled by two big American Indian cocks. It’s been about four days since we’ve had any real cock in our cunts, and it feels so good. Much better than those dykes and their strap-ons.

As they’re pounding away at our pusses, Amy Sue looks over at me and says that it’s been at least three days since she last took any birth control pills. Then she says that she’s right in the middle of her cycle, so she hopes she’s not fertile. I tell her that it usually takes more than a couple of days, but you never know for sure.

As the Tribal cops are finishing in our snatches, I hear the old guy we saw outside tell the jailer to keep us locked up tonight, but the Chief wants us in his Court in the morning.

“He’ll decide then if they’re escaped Lesbonian slaves. If so, he’ll probably have them branded, and then converted into Tribal sex slaves.”

Again, I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me. I mouth the words, ‘Tribal sex slaves? W-T-F?’ (What the fuck?) She just shrugs her shoulders, indicating that she doesn’t know any more than me. Our desire to sun bathe naked while driving has become a very expensive pleasure. It’s a decision that could cost us the rest of our lives in slavery.

Chapter Four

Just as we’re wondering about what we’ve heard, the other two Tribal cops come up behind us and drop their pants.

“Boy, I hate sloppy seconds,” one says to the other. “But, fucking this prime white pussy sure beats banging one of our old squaws.”

Just as he says that, I feel another cock plunging into one of my holes. Only, this time the hole is my asshole. God, even that feels better with a real, live cock than with one of those dyke strap-ons. Then, the two other cops – the ones who just finished fucking our pussies – come around and shove their cocks into our faces.

They tell us to give them a good BJ if we don’t want our pussies whipped later. To be honest, it’s been a while since I had my pussy whipped. That might be fun with somebody else. But, we don’t know these bastards, so we better not push them. I can see Amy Sue giving her guy her best, so I decide to do the same with mine.

I must admit that it’s also been a couple of days since I had a real live cock in my mouth, too. Boy, I do like sucking the real thing. It, too, is much better than some dyke’s strap-on. I am in seventh heaven; one cock is pounding my ass while another is pounding my mouth. Now I really want to taste a load of hot cum.

Suddenly, my slut genes kick into high gear. I am now concentrating on giving him the best BJ that I know how while also trying to squeeze the cock in my ass with my sphincters. The harder they thrust, the more I am trying to capture their meat, and therefore their cum. I can feel both rods getting longer and wider as they get closer to blast off. I’m now in cum slut mode, and all I can think about is how good that cum will taste.

Suddenly, I hear a moan beside me. I glance over to Amy Sue and see the guy fucking her face is exploding in her mouth. Shit, the guys in our mouths should not cum before the ones in our asses. After all, they’re on round two. But, I keep forgetting that Amy Sue is a great cocksucker. Maybe she’s better at giving a BJ than an assfuck.

Just then, I feel the guy in my ass grab my hips and plunge his meat deep in my asshole, then hold on for life. Suddenly, I feel his blast rocketing into my bowels. I’ve forgotten how good that feels. Then, seconds later, the guy fucking my face grabs the back of my head. Round two is a go. He coats my throat with his little baby makers. God, it tastes great. Real cock is so much better.

Shortly after the guy in my ass finishes and pulls his now limp dick out, I feel another probing. Only, this one is probing my pussy.

“Amy Sue,” I say. “I think there’s a line of horny cops behind us. We may be here for a while. I think we’re in the middle of a Tribal cop gang bang.”

I am right. Before the night is over, we fuck and suck more than 20 guys each. Some of them do us more than once. But, who’s complaining. We are both horny as Hell for the real thing, and we definitely get the ‘real thing’. After about three hours of fucking and sucking, the jailer finally comes over and releases us from the box stocks. After standing, and while getting my ankles released, I look around the room and still see several naked women hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. Suddenly I am afraid that we will be next.

But, they take us over to the only open cell and lock us inside together. The jailer then tells us that the Chief will determine our fate in the morning. As he’s walking away, he smugly says, “Don’t worry. You’ll be back tomorrow to get your tits branded. Then, you’ll be mine to train as a white sex slave whore.”

As he walks away, Amy Sue begins to cry. She’s scared and her emotions finally get the best of her. I want to cry, too. But, I suddenly feel the need to comfort her. I look at her, and she’s a mess. No wonder, after what we’ve been through the last two days. Now she’s got cum dripping out of both her puss and her ass, as well as splattered all over her face. I lean over and begin to lick the cum from her face. That takes her by surprise.

“W-T-F!” (What the fuck!) she says.

“You’re covered with cum,” I reply. “It’s against one of my personal laws to waste cum.”

She then leans forward again, only this time she licks my face.

“Mine, too,” she replies. “We both need a good tongue bath.”

We probably spend the next hour or so licking every inch of each other’s body. Obviously, she’s not my first. But, if she had been, she would have turned me into a girl lover that night. It is special. That night we get to know each other in ways that will never be repeated. By the time we’re done, both of our faces are clean. As well as our pussies and our asses.

Creampie heaven for two. We end up falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next thing we know is the jailer is banging on our cell door telling us it’s time to get up. He takes us over to a corner of the cave where there is a makeshift shower. He tells us that we have five minutes to get cleaned up. Then, it’s off to see the Chief.

After we’re cleaned up, they lock walking chains between our legs, cuff our wrists behind our backs, and then lock collars with leashes around our necks. Then, we’re pulled back outside and once again placed in the rear seat of two separate Tribal Police squad cars. It takes about 45 minutes to reach the Tribal Headquarters.

Once we arrive at HQ, we’re taken down into a common jail pen. There we are locked up with about 25 other naked white women. We’re the only ones without numbers branded on our tits. We’re both scared to Hell. Some of these whores look dangerous. We don’t want to start anything, so we find a corner and attempt to hide.

“Well,” one of the bigger ones says. “Look at this. Fresh meat. There’ not even numbered yet.”

“Leave them alone,” another one says. “Can’t you see that they’re scared to death? Hell, I was scared to death the first time I was brought into the Whore’s Court. Don’t worry, Honeys, you’ll get used to this life eventually. It won’t be long and you’ll be numbered and working in the same houses as us.”

Finally, Amy Sue gets up the courage and asks what they’re all doing here.

“Well,” one of the whores says. “We’re all Tribal sex slaves. Most of us are escaped Lesbonian slaves who have been converted into Tribal sex slaves and whores. We’re all about to get our pussies whipped for failing to make our ‘fuckin’ quota’ last month. How about you two? I see you’re not numbered yet. Why are you here?”

“We’re here to explain to the Judge that our arrest in Lesbonia was a mistake,” I say.

“Silly bitch,” another of the whores says. “This is Whore’s Court. You’re not brought here to prove your guilt or innocence. You’re brought here to be pussy whipped. They’ve probably already determined that you’re both escaped slaves from Lesbonia. You’ll probably be converted into Tribal sex slaves and whores, just like all of us were, and then pussy whipped.”

Just as she’s finishing scaring the shit out of us, one of the guards comes to the cage door and calls out, “Slave 4618.”

“Shit,” the whore talking with us says.

Then, I look down at her tits and see the numbers ‘46’ branded on her left tit and ‘18’ on her right. Evidently she’s been through the process before, so she quietly walks over to the guard and is taken out of the pen.

“Come over here,” another of the whores says. “Get up on this bench, and you can watch what will happen to all of us before the day is over.”

We follow her over to the far wall, and get up on the bench. We can now see out one of the bar covered windows out onto a wooden punishment platform. There’s a large whipping frame. Just as we begin to focus, we see the guards tell ‘4618’ to lie down on the stage, and then they attach cuffs to her ankles.

She’s then lifted in the air by her ankles, with her legs spread wide. Her pussy is now open and available. Next, her arms are also cuffed and pulled outwards. Soon she’s suspended from the whipping frame in a reverse spread eagle position, with her pussy wide open and available for torment.

“Slave 4618,” one of the guards says. “You failed to make your fuckin’ quota for the second month in a row. Therefore, you will receive 50 lashes – 25 for each month – to be applied directly to your cunt. Let this be a lesson to you. If you fail to meet your quota next month, the punishment will be doubled again. Bailiff, please carry out her punishment.”

Next, we watch a guard step forward with a cat-o-nine-tails

CRACK!

He strikes her directly on her pussy. But, she does not cry out.

CRACK!

“What’s he mean by fuckin’ quota?” I ask.

“Boy, you two are really dumb,” one of the other whores snidely says.

“We all have a quota of how many guys we need to fuck each month,” another one says. “Mine is 250. Based on a 30 day month, that’s over eight guys per day. Freebees don’t count. Only paying customers count. If we miss our quota, then we get a pussy whipping. That’s why we’re all here. All of us will be hanging like 4618 soon and getting our cunts beat. You can’t avoid it. Some months are better than others. But, it happens to all of us.”

“But, why are we here?” I ask. “We’re not slaves.”

“You will be soon,” another says. “They don’t bring innocent girls here. I see that you’ve got an ‘S’ branded above your cunt. That tells us, and them, that you’re an escaped Lesbonian slave. All escaped slaves are converted to Tribal sex slaves. Welcome to our world.”

“Slave 3948,” yelled the guard after opening the jail cell door.

“Well, that’s me,” says the whore who has told us that we’re soon to be sex slaves, too. “I think that I’m scheduled to receive 100, so I will be a while.”

We turn and look back out the cell window and see the guards taking Slave 4618 down, and then hoisting Slave 3948 up in the same inverted, spread-eagle position. Next, we hear the guard announce that Slave 3948 has missed her quota for three months in a row, and will receive 100 lashes directly on her pussy.

And, so the day goes. Eventually Amy Sue and I are the only ones left in the jail cell. The guards finally come and take us. But, we’re not taken out onto the whipping stage, but upstairs into a courtroom. We’re told to get on our knees, keep quiet, and only speak when the Chief asks us direct questions. He also tells us that speaking out of turn is a whipping offense.

When the Chief arrives, the bailiff announces that we were arrested by the Lesbonians and were awaiting trial for baring our cunts (yes, he does use that word) in Lesbonia two days ago. However, upon review of the case, it was also discovered that we were riding totally naked while on Tribal land before crossing over into Lesbonia. To further complicate matters, no clothing was discovered in our car (a total lie).

Next the Chief announces that these offenses are enough to warrant our conversion as Tribal sex slaves and whores. However, we must first be allowed to explain our side of the story. He then tells us that we have one minute to select a spokesperson between us who can tell him why he should not convert us to slaves.

“No need,” Amy Sue says. “I will do the talking for us both.”

I look at Amy Sue. But, knowing that she has the nicest rack of the two of us, and she’s intentionally standing with her tits pushed outwards, I decide to go along with her and nod my head positively to the Chief.

“Well, some of what you say is true,” Amy Sue says.

‘O-M-G!’ (Oh, my God!) is what I am thinking now. ‘What’s this crazy cunt up to?’

“We are driving along in our Camaro convertible en route from the Twin Cities to Seattle,” she explains. “The route does take us across Tribal land and also through Lesbonia. It was such a nice day; sunny, but not too hot. We’re not used to that. We live in New York City, where it’s usually either cloudy and overcast, or sunny and humid.”

“We are really enjoying the weather. That’s when I decided to sunbathe ‘au natural’ as we drive. It’s such a good idea that my friend, Maxine, decided to join me. We are both wearing Micro G-string bikinis, so we stop the car and place our ‘kinis in the trunk of the car.”

“Well, to be honest, we are already naked when we cross into Tribal land, so that part of your report is accurate. We do drive across Tribal land in the nude. For that, I want to apologize to the court. We did not know that it’s against Tribal law to do so. Yes, I know, ignorance of the law is no excuse. So, for that we are guilty as charged. We both wish to formally apologize to all members of the Tribe for that indiscretion.”

“Not only that,” she continues. “But, when we cross over into Lesbonia, we fail to see the sign that requires all women to be naked from the waist up, but clothed below the waist. In short, we do not know that it’s against the law in Lesbonia to have a bare pussy. Well, there is no denying it. Ours are not only bare, but also shaved. Our twats look like a baby’s that day.”

“After driving naked in Lesbonia for about five miles, two butch dyke cops pull us over and charge us with driving totally naked on Lesbonian land. For that, we are also guilty. Again, we missed the sign telling us of their unusual law. But, again, ignorance of the law is no excuse and we are guilty. We also would like to formally apologize to the residents of Lesbonia for violating their law.”

“But, the two dyke cops also accuse us of being escaped Lesbonian slaves. We’ve only been in Lesbonia for about five minutes – 10 max – or so. So we cannot be escaped Lesbonian slaves. Plus, when arrested our suitcases and ‘kinis are locked in the trunk of our car. The dyke cops could have warned us of the laws and then asked us to cover our puss’ up. But, instead, they bend us over the back of our car and rape us in the ass with their strap-on dongs.”

“Next, we’re taken down to Lesbonian headquarters, and while awaiting trial, they brand us with the letter ‘S’ just above our cunts. We haven’t been convicted or sentenced by Judge Jeanie yet when that’s done to us illegally. Then, we’re told that we need to wait for our trial by hanging on one of their punishment crosses. We are punished before we even talk to the Judge.”

“That’s when your Tribal officers show up, talk with Judge Jeanie, and say that the Tribe has jurisdiction in our case. For that, we wish to personally thank you and your Tribal officers for our rescue. We also wish to throw ourselves on the mercy of this court, and will accept any punishment you deem necessary.”

“What about your clothes,” the Chief asks. “What happened to your clothes?”

Now I am waiting to see if Amy Sue will throw the Tribal cop who disposed of our clothes under the bus.

“Well,” she replies. “They were still in the trunk of our car when the Lesbonian cops have us taken away.”

Sly bitch, my friend. She does not lie. She just doesn’t tell them everything that she knows.

“Did the Lesbonian cops destroy your clothes?” the Chief asks.

“You’ll have to ask them that,” Amy Sue replies. “But, I know that our clothes were in the trunk of our car when we were taken away by the Lesbonian cops.”

“OK,” the Chief replies. “I’ve heard enough. It’s apparent that they are guilty of public nudity on Tribal land. Take them down to the punishment stage and prepare them for a good pussy whipping. I want to talk with the four arresting officers privately before considering whether or not to convert them to Tribal sex slaves. I will be down and pronounce my verdict and sentence them in 30 minutes.”

Chapter Five

As we’re led away, I look over to Amy Sue and mime the words, ‘W-T-F? (What the fuck?) What are you doing?’ She mimes back, ‘I got horny watching those others get a pussy whipping this morning. I think I got us a good pussy whipping, but spared us from becoming sex slaves.’

‘I hope you’re right,’ I mime in reply.

When we reach the punishment stage, we’re both told to lay down on the stage opposite each other, with our feet in the center and our heads near the edge of the stage. Then, they cuff our ankles and slowly pull us up into the air. Next, the cuff our wrists and pull our arms outward. We are now positioned back to back, ass to ass, in the same inverted, spread-eagle position as the others who were pussy whipped before us.

As we wait for the Chief to come down and announce his decision, two guards come up and stand before us – one on each side of us. Both are holding what appear to be long cat-o-nine-tails whips. We have been pulled up high enough so that our faces are now even with the crotch areas of both guys.

“Well, bitches,” the guard facing me says as he’s waiting for the Judge. “What do you say we have a little fun while we’re waiting?”

He then takes out his cock and walks forward. I know what he wants, so I open my mouth. I’ve never given a BJ while suspended upside down. But, there’s always a first, so I begin to suck his big cock. I figure if I do a good job, maybe he’ll take it easy on me with the whip. Shortly after beginning my BJ, I hear Amy Sue doing the same to the other guard.

Well, it takes about 15 minutes for the guards to blow their loads down our throats. A few minutes later, the Chief comes down with all four of the Tribal cops that arrested us.

“Ok, everyone,” he begins to announce his decision. “First, I would like to say that one of these bitches is a liar. She insinuated that she does not know what happened to their clothes when they were arrested by our officers yesterday. However, one of our officers has just admitted that he took their clothes out of their car and discarded them in the weeds along the road before driving their car back to our compound.”

“However,” he continues. “I do agree that they are not escaped Lesbonian sex slaves. I also agree that they were violating our decency laws by driving on our land naked. So, here’s my finding: I find each of them guilty of public nudity on Tribal land, and therefore sentence them to 100 lashes each with a cat, to be administered consecutively on their pussies. After their whipping is concluded, they are to remain suspended until sundown tonight as an example for others who wish to violate our lands.”

“Since they are not escaped Lesbonian slaves, I also so order that once they are released at sundown, they are to be returned to their car and escorted off Tribal land. Once they leave, if they are ever found on tribal land again they will become Tribal sex slaves. And, oh, yes, bitches. My advice is to stay off Lesbonian land, too. For, they still have an arrest warrant out for you two. One which we are going to ignore for now. Guards, carry out the sentence.”

CRACK!

‘W-T-F! (What the fuck!)’ I want to scream. That lash first lands on Amy Sue’s puss, but the tip of the whip wraps through our legs and also lands on my cunt. We’re not getting 100 lashes. We’re getting 200. That’s what he meant by ‘administered consecutively’. That sly bastard has done this before!’

CRACK!

The reverse. This lash is aimed at my puss, but it also smacks Amy Sue in hers, too.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Our pussy whipping goes on and on. Our whipping lasts about 45 minutes, and we’re both in tears before it ends.

Although he never says anything about it, I think that all Tribal officers know that any bitch hanging from the whipping post is fair game once the whipping is over. For, while hanging upside down, both Amy Sue and I give at least 25 BJs. It’s too bad our pussies are up so high, for as I am giving one of my BJs, all I can think about is what it would feel like to get fucked in the puss while my puss is raw and red from its whipping. That pain slut gene in me will always be alive and well, I guess.

True to the Chief’s word, at sundown we are released, driven back to our car, and escorted off Tribal land. All while still buck ass naked. They don’t give us any clothes to wear once we leave their land. We know where our suitcases are located, but don’t dare risk going back onto either Tribal or Lesbonian land to get them.

So, we start driving down the road in the middle of nowhere. Whenever we see a truck coming towards us, we simply turn off our lights and pull to the side of the road. Eventually, we pass a farmhouse. Luck is with us. There are clothes hanging on the line, but the house is dark.

So, we park the car down the road a bit, sneak back to the farmhouse, and steal two dresses. We don’t take any undies. Just two dresses that we can wear to keep us legal until we reach the next town and can buy what we want.

It’s probably about midnight when we reach town. But, as luck has it, there’s a cowboy bar still open. We walk by and see that it’s loaded with a bunch of red-necks. But, we need a place to stay, some food, and have no money. Tomorrow we can go to the bank and get some cash, but for now we need help. So, it’s back to our original plan. We go into the bar fully intending to trade sex for food, drink, and a place to spend the night.

When we go into the bar, we stand out like a sore thumb. Two hot broads, dressed in very baggy and unattractive dresses. The first thing we do is go over to the bartender and tell him that we’re hot, horny, and thirsty. When we ask him what we would have to do to get a drink, all he says is “I’m married!” as he turns and walks away. Man, this group is going to be a tough crowd.

“How much for a roll in the hay?”

We turn and see two young cowpokes standing behind us, grinning from ear to ear. They both look like they’re in their early 20s. Each is dressed like he’s just come in from the ranch. Both are wearing rather dirty clothes. Normally, we would not even consider either of these two guys. But, we’re both hungry. We look around the room and see that most of the bar patrons are either very drunk or very dirty. Our choices may not get any better than these two horny bastards.

“We’re not whores, if that’s what you mean,” Amy Sue replies. “But, we are hungry. Can you help us out?”

“Do you ladies need any assistance?”

Again, we turn to the sound of the new strange voice. There we see a middle-aged guy dressed in a western suit. He’s got a lovely lady, a cute, young blond with big tits, draped over his arm. We don’t know what his game is, but our curiosity is taking over.

“Well,” I reply. “We were just explaining to these cowboys that we’re not whores. But, we are fun loving girls who are very hungry. How about you? Are you two a fun loving couple?”

“Listen, bitch,” his girlfriend says. “I don’t know who you two sluts think you are. But, this is a small town and we don’t like strangers. Why don’t you two just move on?”

“Sorry we asked,” Amy Sue says as we turn back to the couple and begin surveying the crowd for a friendlier reception.

“Listen, you bitches,” she says loudly. “Don’t ignore me. I said ‘Why don’t you two just move on’. You’re not welcome in this town.”

“Now, Gertrude,” her male friend replies. “That’s not very sociable of you. These two ladies are just wanting a meal and a good time. Hell, you’re always telling me you’d like to try something new. Let’s see how much fun these two gals can be.”

“What do you have in mind?” Amy Sue asks.

“Barkeep, is the back room empty?” the gent says to the bartender.

The bartender doesn’t reply verbally. He only nods his head in the affirmative.

“OK, then,” the gent says. “How about you bring a couple of your best steaks to the back room. Bring us a bottle of your best whiskey, too.”

Then, he turns to us and says, “Would you two lovely ladies join us for some private refreshments?”

Before I can reply, Amy Sue gets a naughty grin on her face. She’s apparently been evaluating both the gent and his friend, and decides that they’re probably the pick of the bunch and our best bet for getting a free meal and a place to spend the night. Since we don’t have any money, it’s either have some fun with them or go sleep in the car and wait until the bank opens in the morning. She looks at me and I nod my head ‘yes’.

“We’d love to join you two,” Amy Sue replies. “But, we’re not looking for any trouble, so please keep your cowgirl friend under control.”

“We’re not looking for any trouble, either,” the gent replies. “Gertrude, these two ladies are our guests. We need to show them some respect. If you can’t do that, then you need to wait back at my place.”

“Now, if you two ladies will follow me,” he adds. “Let’s go have some fun.”

As soon as we enter the back room, the gent turns to his girlfriend and surprises us both.

“Gertrude, strip and then assume the position,” he orders.

Immediately she takes off her dress, then her bra and panties. A few moments after he give the command, she’s wearing only hells, stockings, and a garter. Then, she quietly drops down to her knees with her head bowed. Obviously she’s either a very submissive girlfriend, or possibly a sex slave. This part of the country seems to be obsessed with sexual slavery.

“Please let me explain,” the gent replies. “My name is Horatio Seeger. In addition to being the mayor of this fine town, I also own the area’s largest cattle ranch as well as most of the businesses in this town. This lovely lady here is not my wife, daughter, or girlfriend. But, she is my constant companion. One who does whatever I ask. Some would call her a sex slave. I just call her my friendly submissive.”

He then walks over to us and gives us another review.

“You two are sure dressed funny,” he comments. “You’re dresses look like something a couple of the older women in this town would wear. Obviously, neither of you are from this town. Normally I would say that you would never be caught dead in these dresses. My guess there’s a story behind them. We can get to that later. If I were to guess, my guess is that at least one of you is a bit submissive, too. Probably both of you. Am I right?”

Before we can answer, the bartender knocks on the door and then enters carrying two steak dinners, a bottle of whiskey, and four glasses. He quietly sets the food and drinks on the table and then leaves without saying a word. My guess is he knows what’s going to happen back here tonight and does not approve. But, for some reason he’s afraid to challenge or say anything about it to Horatio.

“OK, ladies,” Horatio says to Amy Sue and me. “Earlier you asked what you need to do to get a drink and some food. As you can see, I’ve got both. But, I can be a bit of a voyeur. I love looking at the naked female form. These steaks are for you. All you have to do is strip naked and they are yours. Just get naked and dig in.”

“Sounds good to me,” Amy Sue replies as she pulls her dress over her head.

I realize that if I don’t follow her lead I will go hungry. So, a few minutes later we are sitting at the table enjoying two very good steaks. We are washing them down with some rather good whiskey. As we are eating, poor Gertrude is still sitting on her knees with her head bowed down. She hasn’t moved since taking that position shortly after entering the room.

After we finish eating, all three of us start doing whiskey shots. After about 10 minutes of shots, I am beginning to feel woozy. I look over at Amy Sue, and I see that she’s also beginning to totter. Horatio apparently is feeling no pain, too. But, he’s still under control. I figure it’s only a matter of time before I will be bent over the table with his cock buried in my twat.

“Gertrude, go get the cufflinks,” he orders.

Naturally, we are getting too drunk to know – or care – what ‘cufflinks’ are. She quietly leaves and goes back out into the main bar area. We hear a lot of yelling and clapping. She must be taking a lot of abuse as she walks across the barroom naked. But, better her than us is all that I can think. Right now I want to concentrate on Horatio, and, hopefully, what’s lies between his legs.

“OK, bitches,” he says to both of us. “It’s payback time. I want you both to stand next to the table, and then bend forward until your tits are touching the table. It’s time for the fun to begin.”

Of course we both knew that this, or something like it, would be coming. But, we now have full bellies and are ready for some fun. Suddenly we hear the door open, and Gertrude returns. What we don’t see is that she’s carrying three sets of handcuffs. Before we know what has happened, Gertrude helps him pull our wrists behind our backs and then snaps the cuffs onto our wrists. We are now naked and helpless. But, who cares. This guy probably has one Hell of a big cock. Right now I am ready for some cock.

Next, Gertrude turns and places her arms behind her back. He quickly snaps the ‘cufflinks’ over her wrists. Now all three of us are naked, cuffed, and very vulnerable. Then, he tells Gertrude to lead the way and tells us to follow her. Without thinking about what could happen, both Amy Sue and I immediately follow Gertrude – out into the main part of the barroom where all of the cowboys are enjoying themselves.

After we enter the main barroom, Gertrude leads us over to the bar itself. There she simply leans against the bar and pushes her ass back towards the center of the room. We are told to do the same. Of course, we have enough whiskey in our blood and immediately do what we’re told. Well, that and I’m horny as Hell. Right now I want cock, and I don’t care where it comes from.

“OK, boys,” Horatio announces to the crowd. “I promised you all a pussy party tonight. Well, it’s going to be better than I thought. Here you go. Three prime pieces of ass for your taking. Just remember. The trail ride starts at 5:30. Don’t be late or you will be without a job for the rest of the year.”

He then turns and walks out of the bar.

Chapter Six

The next thing I know I feel a cock getting pushed between my legs and into my cunt. Of course, the combination of whiskey and desire has combined to get me wet. It feels like heaven. Much better than those plastic cocks that fucked us in Lesbonia. My only concern is health. None of these guys are using raincoats, and they all look kind of dirty. But, they’re probably no worse than the Tribal cops that fucked us last night.

I look over to my right, and I see that both Amy Sue and Gertrude are getting fucked just like me. I don’t know what time it is, but it sounds like we’ll be bent over this bar with a cock in one of our holes for a while. But, I’m no longer a horny high school girl – even though it’s only been about six months since our graduation. I’m now a horny adult cock and cunt slut who can’t get enough. Bring it on, boys!

While the first guy is fucking my puss, another comes around the bar, drops his drawers, and pulls out his whopper. It’s at least 7”. He doesn’t say anything as he pushes it forward towards my mouth. I also don’t say anything. I just open wide. God, it tastes good. But, it’s not just male pre-cum that I taste. I think that I’m also tasting his girlfriend’s cum juice on his cock. Either way, I love the taste and can’t wait until I get more.

As I am getting face fucked on one end and cunt fucked on the other, I glance to my right again. Ditto. Gertrude and Amy Sue are also getting DPed (double penetrated). God, this is going to be one long and kinky night. These guys are not going to be worth much in the saddle tomorrow if they don’t relax. But, all of them are fucking us like there’s no tomorrow.

About 25 pussy fucks, and about 30 BJs later, I hear the bartender announce that it’s about 5 AM and everybody needs to head back to the ranch. After all, they have a 5:30 roll call. Most of the cowboys moan, but one by one they pull their cocks out of our mouths and pussies, stuff them back into their trousers, and slowly head for the door.

The bartender comes over to us, unlocks Gertrude’s cuffs, and then says that Horatio wants us to come by and see him when the bank opens at 9. He also says that he’s been told to keep us here until then. Gertrude slowly walks back into the bar’s back room where she grabs her dress. But, we are still cuffed. The bartender leads us into the back and tells us to sit at the table again.

After we sit down, with our wrists still cuffed behind our back, he loops a rope around our shoulders and another around our waist – tying us to the chairs. I am now wondering about this guy. But, after tying us up, he says that he’ll be back with some breakfast at about 8 AM. He then leaves us in the room alone. Amy Sue and I look at each other and we begin wondering just what we’ve gotten ourselves into in this small, red-neck town.

As we sit there in bondage, we begin to notice that we’ve both got cum leaking from our cunts. We’ve also got a strong taste of cum still in our mouths from all of the BJs we gave during the night. I don’t know how long we sit there (my guess is about three hours), but eventually the bartender returns with two bacon, eggs, hash browns, wheat toast, and coffee breakfast platters. He immediately unties us, uncuffs our right wrists, and then re-latches our open cuff to our chair back. Then he tells us to go ahead and eat, and Gertrude will be in shortly to help ‘clean us up’.

Sure enough, Gertrude returns shortly after we finish our breakfast. She quickly takes off her clothes again, walks over to Amy Sue, drops to her knees, and then tells her that she’s there for ‘clean-up duty’. She then sticks her head between Amy Sue’s thighs and begins to lick the cum leaking from Amy Sue’s cunt off her puss, thighs, and the chair seat. After licking Amy Sue clean she repeats the chore on me.

Just about the time that Gertrude finishes cleaning my cunt, the bartender returns, unlocks our cuffs completely, and then tells us that Horatio is waiting for us in his office. While we are putting our stolen dresses back on, Gertrude grabs her clothes and leaves. Later the bartender points out the bank’s location about three blocks down the street and tells us that we better get moving. When we arrive, we are quickly escorted back into Horatio’s office.

“Have a seat, sluts,” he says after entering his office. “Now, before you say anything, let me say that I know what that brand above your pussies’ means. Right now there is an APB (All Points Bulletin) from the Captain of the Guard in Lesbonia for your arrest. Now, I know those lezzies are very kinky, and sometimes quite mean. Please explain what happened to you and why you’re now considered escaped Lesbonia sex slaves.”

Once again, Amy Sue takes the lead and explains exactly what happened to us in both Lesbonia and on ‘the res’. She also goes into detail to explain that our purses, IDs, credit cards, and clothes have been trashed and are located somewhere along the main road entering Lesbonia. However, unless we want to become lifetime lezzie sex slaves, we cannot risk going back there to recover any of them. We also tell him that we each have over $250K in a New York bank account and would like to withdraw enough cash to continue our cross country trip.

“Well, first,” he replies. “Let me ask you this: Did you enjoy yourselves last night? You both appear to be fun loving, kinky sluts who are willing to trade sex for a good time. Am I right? Did you enjoy yourselves last night?”

I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me. She only nods her head affirmatively.

“Well, to be honest,” I reply. “Yes, we did. Although we enjoy a good cunt from time to time, nothing beats getting fucked by a nice big cock. Or two. Or more.”

“OK,” he replies. “How about this? What if I were to send a team of my people to Lesbonia to recover your clothes? Would you agree to service my guys again tonight? I know you’re not whores. But, I think that you both would like another night of suckin’ and fuckin’ fun.”

“Will you not only return our suitcases, but also our purses, wallets, and all of our credit cards intact and unused?” Amy Sue replies.

“No problem. I have some clout with both the Tribe and the Lesbonians,” he replies. “I’ve done them some political favors in the past. That, plus I know where all the political bones are buried with both of those groups. They know that I can screw them politically in this state any time I want. So, they will do whatever I want whenever I ask.”

Amy Sue looks at me and this time I give her a positive nod.

“OK,” she replies to Horatio. “We’ll do it. But, we must see our suitcases, purses, wallets, and credit cards first. Tell your people that they are not to help themselves to anything. If anything is missing, then the deal is off. In the meantime, we need a small cash advance so that we can book a room at one of the hotels and rest. Last night was fun. But, it also was very tiring. Yesterday was one long day and we need our ‘beauty rest’.

“Deal,” Horatio replies. “Just go down to the hotel and tell Doris that you’re my guests for the day. I own that place, too. I will see you back at the bar about 8 PM tonight. Make sure you’re rested, clean, and ready for some fun. I will have your stuff with me at that time.”

Sure enough. When we get to the hotel, the attendant takes us up to one of the top floors and gives us the bridal suite – complete with a large Jacuzzi tub. We decide that a long soak in hot water is just what we need before taking a day-long nap. By evening we are both rested, clean, and ready to party. About 6 PM there’s a knock on our door and a bellhop enters carrying our suitcases, purses, and the Micro G-string bikinis that we were wearing prior to driving onto ‘the res’ naked two days ago. Everything appears to be there – including our IDs, credit cards, and money. So we have no choice but to honor our part of the bargain.

When we arrive at the bar, I am very surprised to see Horatio standing there with another totally naked woman. But, it’s the identity of the woman that is surprising. It’s Judge Jeanie of Lesbonia. She’s not only naked, but her arms appear to be bound behind her back. Apparently she’s here as a sex slave, too.

“Com’on in, girls,” Horatio says when he sees us enter the bar. “I’m sure you remember Judge Jeanie. She’s here to personally apologize to you two, and to pay a penalty for your treatment while you were visitors to her little community. Com’on in so that Judge Jeanie can personally apologize.”

As we get closer to them, I notice that even though Horatio says that Judge Jeanie is here to apologize, in reality she cannot do that. For, in addition to having her arms bound behind her back, she’s also wearing a ring gag. Talking is impossible for her right now. But, I want to see exactly what she will do, so I follow Amy Sue over to the bitch.

What I really want to do is spit in her face. But, I decide to take the high road and pretend that her presence is not upsetting at all. Amy Sue does the same. When Horatio sees that we aren’t going to react, he suggests that Judge Jeanie has a surprise waiting for us in the back room.

When we follow him and his ‘guest’ into the room, we are surprised to see the two dyke cops that gave us so much trouble suspended from the ceiling – by their tits. Each also has an ‘S’ brand, indicative of sex slave status, just above their snatches.

“I thought you two might like to know that both of these former Lesbonian cops have been found guilty of gross misuse of their police powers, and both have been sentenced by Judge Jeanie to a lifetime as Lesbonian sex slaves. Yes, just what they tried to do to you has been done to them. And, each, along with the Judge herself, will be the featured attractions for my cowboys’ entertainment tonight. In the meantime, I’m starved. Would you ladies like to join me for some dinner?”

He then leads us over to a dining table over in a corner of the room. But, we are surprised to see that there are only three place settings around the table. Like a gentleman, he holds our chairs while we are seated, and then takes his own place between us. Without any instruction, Judge Jeanie immediately drops down onto her knees and then crawls under the table. Although we can’t see what she’s doing, her movements and sounds makes it apparent that she’s sucking Horatio’s cock.

While we are dining, Judge Jeanie alternates between Horatio’s cock and Amy Sue’s and my cunts – bringing us each to several Big O’s. But, she’s not very good at eating pussy, for Amy Sue and I are both a bit unsatisfied when she’s done. Evidently Horatio agrees, for after we finish eating he orders both dyke cops and Judge Jeanie to be taken out into the main barroom where they are to be tied to the bar similar to what was done to us last night. He then invites us both to join him in his penthouse for some private R&R.

We return to the hotel, only now are allowed access to a private elevator. This one is non-stop to his penthouse suite. This suite encompasses the entire floor (our bridal suite only covers one-half of the floor directly below this one). It also has no rooms, and the centerpiece of the entire suits is a huge circular and rotating bed. Upon entering, he asks us both to strip completely, and then join him for some refreshments.

“Gertrude,” he yells. “Three vodka martinis, neat.”

We turn and see Gertrude behind the bar mixing our drinks. However, when she emerges with our libations, what really surprises us is how she is carrying the cocktails. Each cocktail is positioned on a serving tray. But, what’s unusual is that the tray itself is mounted to her body directly under the bottom of her tits. It’s held in place via a belt connected to each side of the tray that locks behind her back. In addition, there is a large clamp located over the top of both of her tits that squeezes her female fun sacks downwards and outwards. In effect, the tit pressure clamp and the belt are the sole support of the serving tray.

However, to make the design even more uncomfortable for the sex slave, there are alligator-clip style clamps attached to each of her nipples. Each nipple clamp is connected to one of the far corners of the tray – thus pulling her tits outward as far as her nipples will stretch. In short, the items on the tray are pulling both of her tits out and down. It’s probably very painful. But, Gertrude does not show any signs of pain – or pleasure – as she delivers our drinks.

“Wadda ya think, sluts,” Horatio asks the two of us. “This is how I’m considering dressing all my waitresses and barmaids from now on. How would you two like to join her as a serving slave down in my bar tonight?”

“I’d rather stay here and serve you,” Amy Sue says with a dirty grin on her face. “How about letting me worship that big cock of yours instead?”

“Well,” Horatio replies. “In case you had not noticed, I’m more of a voyeur than a pussy fucker. I like the way Gertrude is dressed right now, and I’m seriously thinking about doing the same to you both. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t make you both naked cocktail waitresses in the bar just like Gertrude.”

Suddenly Amy Sue gets a naughty grin on her face and lies down on the floor with her head between my legs. I get the message and slowly lower my cunt to her face. Once I’m in position she begins to tongue fuck my cunt. Then, I signal for Horatio to come closer. When he gets within reach, I grab his cock and insert it into my mouth. He’s now standing over us and watching Amy sue eat my pussy while I suck his cock. All I hear from him are groans – of pleasure.

Horatio is pumping away at my mouth. For a voyeur, he’s a pretty good mouth fucker. He keeps plunging away at the back of my throat while Amy Sue is working her tongue deeper and deeper into my cunt. Suddenly she reaches between my legs with both of her hands, pries both sets of cunt lips wide apart, and plunges that talented tongue deep into my puss.

After a thrust or two, she moves her mouth until it’s centered over my clit and begins to suck on my little man in a boat. I’m about to cum. Unless I am missing my guess, which is very unlikely, so is Horatio. He keep plunging that rock hard piece of man meat deeper and deeper into my cock sucker. Suddenly he grabs the back of my neck, plunges his cock as far as it will go into my throat, and begins to paint my tonsils with his baby makers.

That’s also about the same time I reach down, grab Amy Sue’s head, and force it hard against my puss. I’m receiving a horny broad’s biggest delight: Simultaneous orgasms in two of her three holes. It’s too bad no one is fucking my ass, or it would be a perfect trio.

As luck has it, just as Horatio finishes fucking my mouth, the elevator to his penthouse opens and in walks two female cops escorting an older looking lady wearing dresses similar to those that Amy Sue and I have been wearing around town. Immediately after entering the penthouse, the older woman rapidly scurries over to where our, or should I say her, dresses are lying in a heap on the floor.

“Here they are,” one of the cops says to the woman. “Are these the two bitches that stole your dresses?”

“I don’t know who stole the dresses,” the lady replies. “But, when I went to bed last night they were hanging on a clothes line in my back yard. These definitely are my dresses, and somebody stole them from my yard. Arrest these two thieves. I want to see them pilloried and whipped for stealing my dresses.”

Suddenly Horatio walks over to where the lady is holding the dresses. He takes them both from her and begins to inspect them.

“Now, Dorothy,” he replies to the lady. “Are you sure that these are your dresses? I’ve seen this style sold in the General Store for quite some time. How can you be sure that these are your dresses?”

“Look inside the collar,” Dorothy replies. “I mark all of my clothes with my initials on the inside collar. You should see my initials inside of both of them. If so, then these definitely are my dresses.”

Horatio looks inside each before handing each dress over to one of the two attending policewomen.

“Amy Sue,” Horatio asks. “What initials are located on the inside collar of the dress that you were wearing earlier? Maxine, same question. What initials are located on the inside collar of the dress that you were wearing earlier?”

Naturally, neither of us can answer his questions.

“Dorothy, without looking inside these dresses, can you tell me what laundry marks are located on the inside collars?” one of the policewomen asks.

“Why, my initials,” Dorothy replies. “The marks are my initials: DMJ. I put those on the inside of all of my clothes.”

“Dorothy, how much did you pay for each of these dresses?” Horatio asks the woman.

“$265.00 each, plus tax,” Dorothy replies.

“Horatio, that makes the total value more than $500,” one of the policewomen adds. “That makes the crime ‘Grand Larceny’ – something that we cannot ignore.”

“Maxine and Amy Sue, you are now under arrest and charged with the crime of Grand Larceny for the theft of more than $500 worth of dresses,” Horatio announces to everyone in the room while looking directly at Amy Sue and me. “Officers, take these two prisoners down to the Punishment Square and incarcerate them for the night. Their trial will begin at 9 AM tomorrow morning.”

‘O-M-F-G!’ (Oh, my fuckin’ God!) I want to yell at the top of my lungs. But, after what we’ve been through this past month, I know that making a public outcry right now will only make things worse. Amy Sue looks over at me as she’s about to protest, but I just shake my head ‘No’.

She gets the message, turns her back to the policewomen, and then places her wrists behind her back. I do the same. A couple of minutes later, we are led away, naked and in cuffs, heading to who knows what in another mickey-mouse rural town. Why did we ever leave The City?

After leaving the building, we are marched down the center of the street for two blocks before reaching an area that obviously has only one purpose – public humiliation and punishment for those found guilty of select crimes. What we see is very reminiscent of the judicial area in Lesbonia. It even has an outdoor judicial court adjacent to prisoner punishment and humiliation devices.

The area main feature is a 30’ square wooden stage. Mounted on the stage in one corner is what appears to be a Judge’s judicial bench. Located directly in front of the judicial bench is a single speaking podium large enough for two people to use at the same time. But, the main focus on the stage is a large rectangular frame that looks to be 10’ tall by 20’ wide, with a center support post that divides it into two 10’ x 10’ squares. Hanging to the corner of each square are chains attached to wrist cuffs on the top and ankle cuffs on the bottom. Obviously, this framework has only one purpose – to suspend a prisoner for public whipping, humiliation, or both.

However, we are not immediately taken to the stage. I guess that it will wait until our morning session with the Judge. Instead we are each taken to one of about 25 pillories that encircle the stage. About 10 of the pillories are already occupied – seven with women and three with men. In each case, the prisoner locked in the pillory is totally naked, just like us, and the device is positioned so that the prisoner’s ass is the highest point on his/her body. In addition, the prisoner’s legs are locked in a foot stock that holds his/her legs about 4’ apart.

Obviously, this position also makes the prisoners genitalia very accessible for use or abuse. In fact, three of the women and one of the men are currently getting fucked from behind while one of the men and one of the women are also giving two other guys blowjobs while locked in the devices. The other four are getting their asses paddled, so all of the prisoners is experiencing some form of punishment and/or humiliation.

After we are locked into adjoining pillories, the policewomen attach weighted nipple clips to each of our tits, and also attach one to our clits. Then, each of them give our ass cheeks a good hard slap and mumble something about that is just a sample of what we will be experiencing later in the night.

Little do they know that we’re both pain sluts who love spanking and forced fucking. I look over to Amy Sue and see that she’s got that look on her face again. It’s a look of anticipation. She’s probably just as horny as me and needs fucked just as bad.

“Whacha in fer?” the woman in the pillory next to mine asks while some stud is pounding her ass with his big cock.

“We’ve been charged with stealing two dresses,” I reply.

“Petty or Grand Larceny?” she asks.

“Grand,” Amy Sue replies.

“Uh, oh,” she replies. “That’s a mandatory minimum of 100 lashes and 30 days of sexual slavery.”

“O-M-G!” (Oh, my God!) Amy Sue replies. “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

Chapter Seven

Less than five minutes after the two policewomen leave, I hear the guy fucking the girl pilloried beside me grunt and fill her ass full of cum. As he cums, she lets out a yell. Either he just hurt her, or she’s really enjoying her assfuck. I don’t know her from Adam, but if he had just fucked my ass like that my yell would be one of joy.

After he comes back down to Earth, he quickly pulls his cock out of her ass and then, without saying a word, walks around to the front of our pillories. Again, without saying a word, he presents his cock to my lips.

“It’s ATM (Ass To Mouth) time, Honey,” the girl pilloried beside me says. “Clean him up so that he can have some more fun. B-T-W, (By the way,) it’s required. If you refuse, you will have additional charges filed against you, which also will require additional lashes and sex slavery time.”

Of course, I never do tell her that both Amy Sue and I have sucked more ATM cocks in our short cocksucking careers than most women do in their entire lifetimes. I quickly, and quietly, begin to clean his cock with some rather good, I must say, deep throating techniques. It does not take long for him to decide that he’s ready for another round. This time his target is my rosebud. About that same time two more guys show up and soon our pilloried neighbor, along with Amy Sue and I, all are getting one of our rear holes pounded by man meat.

I look over to our pillory neighbor and see that she’s got sleep-deprived bags under her eyes. When I ask her when they will let us sleep, she merely begins to laugh before telling us that all three of our holes, along with our tits and ass cheeks, are available 24 hours per day. She then tells us not to count on getting much sleep until after we’re released from our punishment sentences.

Our saga continues all night. All 12 of us prisoners locked in pillories get all of our holes, along with our asses, pounded over and over. By dawn my cunt, asshole, mouth, and both ass cheeks are sore as Hell. But, whenever I mention it to my pilloried neighbor, she merely nods towards the Punishment Stage and tells me that the worst is yet to cum.

Shortly after dawn, 12 more female prisoners are paraded back into the area. Each is quickly locked into a vacant pillory. I notice that all of them have very red, swollen, and probably inflamed nipples on each tit. When I ask my pillory neighbor about them, she quietly explains that all 12 were on ‘Nightclub Duty’ for the past 12 hours.

She also explains that includes them having to support their serving trays with their tits clamped to the tray. Suddenly I remember Gertrude serving us our drinks back at Horatio’s penthouse earlier in the evening adorned similarly. God, I hope that we’re not asked to do that, too, as part of our punishment.

About an hour after the other 12 female prisoners are returned to their pillories, the two policewomen that arrested Amy Sue and me last night return and release us from our pillories. However, our freedom is short lived, for we are quickly led up on to the Punishment Stage. They make me stand quietly while they attach wrist and ankle cuffs to Amy Sue’s arms and legs before hoisting her up on the left punishment frame.

She’s quickly suspended in an X-Cross fashion with her arms pulled upwards toward the two top corners of the frame and her ankles pull downwards towards the two bottom corners. As soon as they have her secured they do the same to me to the frame on the right. Once we are secured, the two policewomen leave the area.

About 15 minutes later, both policewomen return as they are escorting Horatio and Dorothy, the lady who has accused us of stealing her dresses. Horatio quietly takes his place behind the Judicial Bench while the other three take positions at the public podium located halfway between the Judge’s Bench and our Suspension Frames.

Both Amy Sue and I know that this will be a mere formality, for we have no proof that we purchased the dresses from her. Well, after all, we didn’t. We did do exactly what she claims – we stole them from her clothes line out behind her house in the middle of the night.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Horatio slams his gavel down three times to get everybody’s attention.

“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!” Horatio proclaims to announce that our ‘trial’ is about to begin.

“Madam Police Sergeant,” he says to the lead policewoman. “I see that you have brought two very lovely and naked young women before this court. What say you are the charges against these two women.”

“Each of these two naked women are charged with Grand Larceny,” the policewoman answers. “Each is equally guilty of stealing two dresses, valued at more than $500, and therefore each should be found guilty of Grand Larceny. In addition, since neither of them has a permanent residence in our state and are a considerable flight risk, I hereby recommend that they be given the maximum sentence our laws permit.”

“I will take that recommendation under advisement,” Horatio replies. “Now, tell me exactly why you believe that these two are guilty of Grand Larceny.”

“Well, Your Honor,” the policewoman replies. “Last night this lovely lady, Dorothy, came to us to file a complaint that two of her dresses were stolen directly off her clothes line located in the back of her property. When she described the dresses, we remembered that we had seen the two accused women wearing similar items. We also had seen them in your company entering the building that contains your Penthouse last evening.”

“Now, we really did not want to disturb you while you were entertaining young ladies,” she snickers. “But, as sworn officers of the law, we are bound to investigate each and every crime. So that’s why we, along with the victim, Dorothy, visited you in your Penthouse last night. Unfortunately, what we found there are the two dresses in question. Neither of the accused women could identify the laundry markers located on the inside collar of each dress. However, our victim, Dorothy, correctly identified the marks as her initials: DMJ. Please refer to Exhibit #1.”

“Dorothy,” Horatio asks. “Are these your dresses, and if so, what are their values.”

“Yes, they are, Your Honor,” Dorothy replies. “If you inspect them you will see that they truly do include my laundry marks on their collars. I mark all of my clothes with my initials: DMJ. Also, I estimate their value at $265 each. That’s what I paid for them a month ago.”

“I see,” Horatio replies. “You are correct. I hereby accept these as the two dresses that do, indeed, belong to you. I also can attest that they were discovered in the possession of the two accused young women earlier in the evening last night. I, therefore, am ready to rule on the guilt or innocence of the accused.”

“Madam Dorothy,” Horatio continues. “What type of financial restitution would you like for your troubles?”

“Triple damages,” Dorothy replies.

“I don’t think that these young ladies have that kind of money right now,” the Judge replies.

Of course, he’s also the banker and knows that we each have over $250K in our New York bank. But, he evidently likes us and plays dumb in this regard.

“OK, here’s my ruling,” Horatio continues. “Prisoner Amy Sue and Prisoner Maxine, I, hereby, find you both equally guilty of the crime of Grand Larceny for the theft of two dresses valued at $530. Now, earlier you heard Madame Police Sergeant recommend that I sentence you to the maximum permitted under our laws because you do not have a permanent address anywhere within our state.”

“The maximum permitted by the laws of our state would require that you each receive one lash with a single-tail whip for each dollar value stolen, plus one year of sexual slavery for each dollar value stolen. In your case, that would require that you receive 530 lashes with a single tail whip and then spend the next 530 years of your lives as sexual slaves in one of our local institutions.”

‘O-M-G!’ (Oh, my God!) I want to yell. But, as part of our suspension, both Amy Sue and I are outfitted with gags in our mouths, so neither of us is able to respond.

“However,” Horatio continues. “I also know that you both are first time offenders and are also very new to our laws and customs. So, therefore, I am going to sentence you to the minimum permitted by the laws of our state. I hereby sentence you, Prisoner Amy Sue, and you, Prisoner Maxine, to 100 lashes with a 6’ leather tawse, 60 of which will be delivered to each of your naked ass cheeks, 25 will be delivered to each of your tits, and 15 will be delivered on your clits.”

“In addition, you each are also sentenced to 30 days of Community Service Sexual Slavery, with 12 hours of each day spent working as a totally naked Nightclub Waitress and Sexual Provider at the Pussies Galore nightclub beginning at sunset tonight. During the remaining 12 hours of each day you each will be locked in one of the pillories surrounding this platform. In addition, you each must forfeit all forms of clothing that you currently own, including jewelry, shoes, and the like, to Dorothy as financial restitution for her inconvenience.”

“Finally, when all of your punishments have been fulfilled, you are to leave this town permanently, never to return for as long as you live. If you are ever found in this town again, I will reconsider my judgment. Madam Police Sergeant would you and your colleagues begin the first phase of their punishment. Please begin administering their whipping.”

CRACK!

The first tawse lash lands on Amy Sue’s left ass cheek.

CRACK!

The first tawse lash lands on my left ass cheek.

CRACK!

Now it’s Amy Sue’s right ass cheek that receives the blow.

CRACK!

My right cheek is now the target.

CRACK!....

And so it goes. For the next 45 minutes each of us receives the allotted amount of leather tawse lashes on our ass cheeks, tits, and cunts. When we are done, we are taken back down to the area below the stage and are once again locked in a vacant pillory.

Less than a minute later, both Amy Sue and I have a cock pounding our pussies. As I am getting a royal fucking, I look to the woman locked in the pillory to my right. It’s the same one that was there last night. Only now she looks pissed. But, she can’t say anything because she’s getting both her mouth and her cunt pounded by two big cocks. It doesn’t take long before I also have a cock filling my cocksucker.

About 30 minutes later, after most of the guys have shot their wads and take a rest break, I look back over to my cohort in crime and punishment. She still looks pissed.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” she says to me.

“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) I ask.

“You must be one helluva fuck,” she replies. “I’d love to know what you did for the Judge last night to get such an easy sentence. But, then, whores like you always get ahead by using your cunts instead of your minds.”

“What are you talking about,” I reply.

“Fuck you,” she replies. “I steal $250 in food from the grocery store – which is Petty Larceny in our state – and get sentenced to the maximum: one lash with a single tail whip and one year of sexual slavery for each dollar value of the theft. I steal $250 and get 250 lashes and will be a sex slave in this God forsaken town for the rest of my life. You two get busted for Grand Larceny and get only 100 lashes and 30 days of sex slavery. It’s fuckin’ not fair. You two must be one helluva fuck.”

“The best you’ll ever have,” Amy Sue replies. “We’ve been fuckin’ our way across the country. As soon as we’re released from our punishment, we’re outta here to find some newer, and hopefully, bigger cocks.”

“We’ll see about that,” the other prisoner says. “I’ve been fucking the lady sergeant a lot lately. Maybe she can trump up some more charges. Oh, yes. Didn’t they tell you? Those charges against you were trumped up. Hell, those dresses sell for $25 each down at the General Store. But, the Judge now has two more sexy cocktail waitresses for his nightclub for free for the next 30 days. I wonder what he’s got planned for you two bimbos next.”

I hate to say it, but what she just told us does make sense. Those two dresses that we stole are two of the ugliest dresses that I’ve ever seen. I know that I’d never pay $25 for either of them. I can’t imagine anyone stupid enough to pay $265. Well, like PT Barnum once said, ‘There’s a sucker born every day’. I guess Amy Sue and I are the suckers for today in this shitty town.

CRACK!

“Oh, fuck!” the other prisoner yells as a crop lands on her ass. “What was that for?”

“So, you think that the lady sergeant that’s been fucking you is going to do you a favor?” one of the guards says. “Well, I don’t know who that is. But, if anyone tries to bring false accusations against these two fellow prisoners, you will be back on the punishment stage. And, you will be receiving the maximum again if I have anything to do with it.”

CRACK!

“Oh, fuck!” my pissed off fellow prisoner yells again.

“Just don’t forget what I said,” the guard reminds her. “OK, boys, three assholes, no waiting.”

Just then Amy Sue and I both feel a cock head probing our assholes. Seconds later we feel big cocks plunging deep into our shitters. Shortly after, we also have two more cocks grazing our facial lips. Neither of us has much time to worry about the threats made by our fellow sex slave prisoner, for we both are now getting DPed (double penetrated) in our assholes and mouths.

It’s a pattern that continues the rest of the day. As soon as one cock shoots its load into one of our holes, it gets replaced by a fresh one. Sometimes the one shoved into our mouth is still dirty from an earlier ass fucking. But, both Amy Sue and I know better than to complain. By the early evening, I estimate that we’ve both been fucked in all three holes at least a dozen times.

About an hour before sunset, the guards come and release the 12 sex slaves that are to serve as naked cocktail waitresses at the local bar. Only, this time, they also include Amy Sue and me in the group. All 14 of us are taken to a communal shower room, where we are all given 10 minutes to shower and do our hair and make-up.

Amy Sue and I notice that all of the other 12 are washing very quickly. Finally, one of the others tells us that we had better get busy, for the last girl out of the shower room, or anyone leaving with wet hair, will be the first girl cuffed to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the bar.

“We all will be there eventually,” she admits. “But, the whipping is always worse for the first girl. So, get your ass and pussy clean, and then do your hair and make-up as quickly as possible.”

Amy Sue and I both realize that this night probably will not be fun, but we definitely don’t want it to start with a whipping. So, we quickly splash some water between our legs and ass cheeks – just enough to rinse off any dried cum or ass juices that may have accumulated during our pillory fun time – and do the same with our underarms and faces. Then, we head over to the make-up counters to dry our hair and place some rouge on our faces and tits.

Somehow we both are able to exit about 30 seconds before the very same fellow prisoner that warned us earlier about the penalty for being the last out of the shower area. She should have never given us our warning, for she’s now going to start the evening cuffed and whipped on the St. Andrew’s Cross.

Or, so I thought. One by one we are cuffed with our arms behind our backs – a position that has become very natural for both Amy Sue and me during the past week or so. After we are all cuffed, we are led single file out of the public jail area and down several city blocks to a club that I have not seen before. As we are led into the building, the other 12 are all taken into the back of the club. However, two of the guards stop Amy Sue and me and tell us to follow them. I know that we are about to get ‘special treatment’, and that probably is not good.

But, to my surprise, we are led into a back room where Gertrude is waiting for us. She tells the guards to leave us, waits until they are gone, and then locks the door.

“OK, sluts,” she says. “Horatio sends you his regards. He wants me to explain that he had no choice but to have you whipped, even though he knew the dresses you stole were worth less than $25. But, he had to do it to make everyone think that he wasn’t showing you any special favors after fucking the shit out of both of you earlier in the night.”

“He also knows that a lot of the women in town are jealous of you both already. He feels that if you stick around much longer, more charges will be trumped up against you both. If you don’t get outta here soon, you will be back on the punishment stage – and this time you will be convicted as a repeat offenders and he will be forced to give you the maximum sentence. So, listen carefully….”

Chapter Eight

After explaining the plan, Gertrude hands Amy Sue one of the tit torture style serving trays that most of the girls wear while serving food and drinks out in the club. She then tells Amy Sue that she’s to hit Gertrude on the back of her head and make it appear that we actually overpowered her while escaping. That will minimize any whipping that Gertrude will receive after she explains how we got away.

Gertrude then tells us that our car is parked outside with the keys in it. She also explains that we shouldn’t waste our time looking for clothes, for all of our clothes have been given to Dorothy as part of our earlier ‘punishment’ settlement. We just need to jump into the car, take off, and don’t stop for anything until we cross the state line. Gertrude estimates that’s about a three hour drive. Also, we should stay off the main roads, for once word of our escape gets out all the cops will be watching for our car on the main roads.

“Don’t stop for anything until you’re in the next state,” Gertrude explains. “If you’re caught in this state, you will be brought back here and will spend the rest of your life as a totally naked sex slave – just like me – that is, if you survive your whipping. Many girls don’t. Now, hit me hard enough to knock me out and get the fuck out of here.”

“You’re a fuckin’ sex slave?” Amy Sue asks.

Neither of us move. We just stare at Gertrude.

“Do it now, and get the fuck out of here!” Gertrude yells.

“Smack the bitch,” I tell Amy Sue as I make my way to the back door. “I don’t know if she’s lying or telling the truth. But I want to get the fuck out of here now. Now, smack her while I fire the mother fuckin’ car up.”

TWACK!

PLOP!

“OK, bitch,” Amy Sue yells to me as she comes running out the door and jumps in the car. “I hope I didn’t kill her. I don’t trust Horatio, so but let’s make the most of this opportunity and get the fuck outta here.”

As I head down one of the town’s side streets, instead of turning West and heading for the next state, I turn East and head back where we came from earlier.

“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) Amy Sue asks.

“I don’t trust him either,” I reply. “So, let’s get us some insurance. And our clothes.”

Neither of us says much to each other for about five minutes. Then, Amy Sue sees where I am heading. I park the car behind an old barn located directly behind Dorothy’s house. It’s dark outside, so she doesn’t see us approach. But, we can see her standing in her kitchen doing her dinner dishes.

Not only that, but she’s wearing one of the dresses we stole from her earlier – one of the two dresses that caused our whipping and sexual slavery. We also spot our suitcase sitting along one of the kitchen walls. I motion for Amy Sue to follow me, but to keep very low and quiet.

Our timing is perfect, for just as we approach her back porch door her kitchen goes dark as she exits. Not only that, but we also find the back door unlocked. We quietly sneak through the kitchen and spot her sitting in an armchair watching some old movie on her telly. We are able to sneak up on her undetected, and with very little effort we wrestle her to the floor, strip her naked like us, and tie her wrists behind her back. We also gag her with one of her old stockings.

As I keep her quiet on the floor of her living room, Amy Sue quickly locks the front door and then roams through her house, closing all the windows and turning off all the lights. We want it to look like she’s gone on a trip. Then, we lead her out through the kitchen, grabbing our suitcase on the way, and force her out the back door, across her back yard, and eventually secure her into the right front seat of our Camaro. We each also quickly put on one of our micro G-string bikinis before jumping into the car ourselves.

As we drive away with our former accuser and adversary, we tell her that we need a guide to the state line and we don’t want to be seen by any cops. We promise her that if we make it to the state line without any problems we will release her unharmed. We also tell her that we will die fighting before we will allow ourselves to be captured and whipped again. Therefore, if she wants to stay alive, she better get us to the state line undetected, safe and sound.

Of course, if Dorothy is using her brains, she will realize that we are totally unarmed. But, she is so scared that she is not using the grey matter located between her ears. She is easy picking for our bluff. Later we would discover that she’s not only a perfect Stockholm Syndrome hostage candidate, but she’s a natural muff diver from way back.

As Amy Sue begins to drive away, I tell Dorothy that I am going to release the stocking currently gagging her mouth. But, I also warn her that once I do so, any screams or shouts will be her last. Then, I release the gag and lower the stocking until it’s wrapped around the front of her throat while I’ve got a tight grip on both ends from my position directly behind her in the back seat. If I pull very hard, I can every easily strangle her. But, I do allow her to talk so that she can give us directions out of town on the back roads.

“Can I make a suggestion?” Dorothy asks. “The state line to the West is over three hours away. The cops are going to be all over all the roads heading that direction. But, the state line to the South is only six hours away. Not only that, but I have a friend living near there. She’s away on vacation, so her house is vacant right now. We can be to her house before dawn, and we can hide out there during the daylight hours tomorrow before continuing our trip tomorrow night. I promise I won’t pull any tricks if you trust me and let me guide you there.”

“OK,” Amy Sue replies. “I don’t know why I trust you, but I do. But, just remember. If we don’t make it alive, neither do you. So, no tricks.”

“Amy Sue,” I add. “I don’t think that’s what she’s got in mind. I’ve noticed that ever since we left her place, she’s been starring at your tits and cunt. I think we’ve got a real, live carpet muncher as our hostage. What about it Dorothy? Do you want to eat Amy Sue’s snatch?”

“Hers,” Dorothy mumbles before telling Amy sue to make a turn onto a desolate road through the countryside. “And, yours, too,” she replies to me.

Soon the road turns from blacktop to dirt, so we stop long enough to put the top up on the convertible. We also roll up the windows to keep out the dirt and debris that the car stirs up while traveling down a seldom used back road. I don’t know where we are going, but somehow Amy Sue and I both trust that Dorothy is not leading us down a dead-end road.

We travel through the night, and just before dawn we come up to what appears to be a deserted farmhouse with a barn in the back. Dorothy tells us that this is her friend’s house, and we should park the car in the barn so that it will be out of sight of anyone driving by.

I quickly tie the back of the stocking still wrapped around the front of Dorothy’s throat to the back of the passenger’s seat headrest – effectively tying our hostage to the right front seat of the car. This allows both Amy Sue and me to exit and check out the situation before releasing our hostage. After closing both sets of barn doors so the car is no longer visible from the outside, we peer out one of the windows at the house. It’s definitely dark, and appears to be vacant. But, we can’t be sure without checking it out for ourselves. Again, we have no choice other than to trust that Dorothy is not misleading us.

“It’s vacant,” Dorothy says as if she’s reading my mind. “Trust me. My friend won’t be home for a while. If you let me out, I can get us into the house. That will be a better place to spend the day than this shitty barn.”

I look at Amy Sue, who nods her head affirmatively. God, this bitch is a trusting sole. But, my submissive character takes over and, once again, I follow her lead. I release Dorothy from the car, but I also keep a tight grip on the stocking currently wrapped around her neck. She knows that if she tries anything, I can easily strangle her. But, I also think she knows that I really don’t have the guts for such a thing. It’s all for show.

As she leads us over to the main house, I notice that all of the windows, both on the main level and the two upstairs ones, are covered with some sort of blackout plastic or paper. I think this is unusual, but for some reason I don’t ask about it. Once we are standing on the back porch, Dorothy recovers a key hidden in a nearby plant, unlocks the door, and leads us into the kitchen area.

It looks like any other kitchen, except that there is no kitchenette or breakfast table or chairs. However, what I also don’t see – because they are hidden by the still open back porch door – are sets of cuffs, leg chains, slave collars, and leashes all hanging from hooks on the wall behind us. Without saying or explaining anything, Dorothy leads us through the kitchen so quickly that neither Amy Sue nor I ever see the cuffs, collars, and shackles hanging near the door.

However, when we enter the main room – a former living room when this house was a residence – we see a completely abnormal interior decoration pattern. It doesn’t look anything like a family oriented living area. In one corner of the room is a small, triangular shaped bar. As in cocktail lounge bar. In another corner is a 10’ x 10’ x 2’ square wooden platform or stage. What’s even more unusual is that the platform has leg cuffs attached near its center and wrists cuffs hanging down from the ceiling. Obviously, this platform is for displaying one or more people in bondage.

Most of the remaining furniture is either love-seat style sofas or single chairs. Along the far wall is the main entry door. This time we don’t miss the cuffs, leg irons, slave collars, and leashes hanging down from hooks located beside the door. We also notice that the walls are covered with pictures – pictures of both naked men and women in various bondage and punishment situations.

As I look around the room I am totally confused. Dorothy told us earlier that we were going to stay at her friend’s house. What type of friend decorates his/her house like a bondage club? Evidently Amy Sue is just as perplexed as me, and she’s the first to voice her concerns.

“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) Amy Sue asks. “What type of place is this?”

“Ladies,” Dorothy replies. “Welcome to the Big Sky Bondage Clubhouse. This entire property is owned and operated by the Big Sky Bondage Club. It’s totally private property, so anything that goes on here – and it’s always consensual – is legal. Some consider our actions to be perversions. We just call them unique fetishes. But, I assure you, that everything that goes on here is consensual.

All members of the Big Sky Bondage Club must sign written consent forms before they are allowed to join – and participate. I am one of the club’s members. Make that, I am one of the club’s voluntary slaves. I submit too many things while on these premises. Now, if you ladies would be so kind to chain me up, I can then give you a guided tour of the rest of our bondage heaven.”

“Just a fuckin’ minute,” I abruptly reply. “You told us that we were going to be visiting a friend’s house that is on vacation. How long will be have this house to ourselves? How about the cops that are looking for us? Do they know about this place, too?”

“Well, as you can see,” Dorothy replies. “I did tell you a few little white lies. Yes, this place is owned by a friend of mine. Well, make that about 100 friends of mine. We will have this place to ourselves until sometime tomorrow when the club members start arriving for this weekend’s party.

Most of the slaves will begin arriving sometime late tomorrow morning or early afternoon to clean up the place and start preparing food and drinks for the party that begins tomorrow night. The Masters and Mistresses will start arriving sometime in the afternoon or early evening. By tomorrow night this place will be packed with naked bodies playing all kinds of bondage games. I can’t wait.”

“Tuff shit,” Amy Sue replies. “You’re coming with us tonight. We still need to get the fuck outta this damned state, and you’re both our guide and our safety net.”

“Oh, did I forget to tell you,” Dorothy answers. “We left that state about 30 minutes ago. Not only that, but all the cops in each of the neighboring states knows that Horatio is running an illegal slavery ring in his little town. Did you notice that all the sex slaves in that town are young girls like yourselves? Did you see any young free women there?

Obviously not, for there aren’t any. The only free women in town are old bitches like me? Yes, I was a sex slave there, too, when I was younger. That’s when I learned that I’m a submissive at heart, and after I became a free woman again I knew that I needed to find a club like this one to fulfill my submissive desires. That’s why I eventually joined this club.”

“You were destined to be arrested, charged, convicted, and sentenced to a whipping and sexual slavery the moment that you arrived in town. Horatio just had to make it look legit. He knew that the dresses you were wearing were actually mine. So, he came to me and asked me to formally file a theft complaint against you. But, don’t worry. There isn’t one cop in any of the surrounding states that will ever honor any APB (All Points Bulletin) from any police agency connected to Lesbonia, ‘the res’, or Horatio’s little town. Everyone knows that all three are famous for their sexual slavery kangaroo courts.”

“Actually,” Dorothy continues to explain. “You’re safe as you can be right now. Therefore, you’re free to leave and head out to wherever your final destination is right now. Or, we can do down into the dungeon, and you both can take turns getting even with me. After all, I did tell a bunch of lies that got you whipped yesterday. Anyone interested in some revenge? You can hang me by my wrists – or tits – and whip the shit out of me if you want. I owe you that much.”

“But, what about our escape?” Amy Sue replies. “Didn’t Horatio organize that?”

“N-F-W!” (No fuckin’ way!) Dorothy replies. “Gertrude just wanted you two out of town. She’s Horatio’s favorite, and she saw you both as her primary competition. She knew that eventually Horatio would get tired of her, and someday soon one, or both, of you two would replace her as his favorite. So, she orchestrated your escape. She came to me and told me of her plan. We figured that you would come to my place looking for your clothes. I figured that you would be an inexpensive way for me to come to this weekend’s bondage party. Sorry, girls. But, I used you, not the other way around.”

“Now, you have three choices that you can make: You can take me downstairs and whip my ass for everything that I’ve done to you during the past two days; You can get in your car and get the fuck outta here right now and continue your trip sucking and fucking your way to the West Coast; or you can stay around and join the bondage club festivities this weekend. You’ve both already proven that you are subbies at heart.”

“How about option three?” Amy Sue offers. “I’m so fuckin’ tired right now all I want is some sleep. Does this place have any bedrooms?”

“The top two floors are what we call our ‘Fuckin’ Rooms’,” Dorothy replies. “Yes, each room has a bed. Each bed also has chains and stuff attached so a slave or two can be restrained. The rooms are more commonly used for sex than for sleep. But, you can go up there and take a nap if you want. You can even chain me to one of the beds before spanking my ass if you want. Or, I can give you a tour of the dungeon downstairs first, and then you can decide what you want to do. Which would you like to do?”

“None of the above,” Amy Sue replies. “Right now I need to piss. Where’s the piss room?”

“Follow me,” Dorothy replies. Then then leads us down the stairs into the basement and we get a glimpse of one of the best equipped dungeons that we’ve ever seen. Well, to be honest, it’s the only private dungeon that we’ve seen. But, it’s well equipped. It includes just about everything that one can imagine in the form of bdsm and bondage equipment: pillories, racks, St. Andrew’s crosses, whipping benches and stools, chains hanging down from the ceiling or up from the floor, punishment cages, and more.

But, our goal is not to investigate the dungeon and its equipment. Dorothy continues walking, taking us through the dungeon itself and over to a room in the corner. We see that the room has no door, so anyone entering will not be afforded any privacy at a time most want privacy. The room looks like a communal shower. It’s about 15’ x 15’ and does have shower heads attached to the walls. But, both the walls and floor are made of ceramic bathroom tiles, and the tiles on the floor also are arranged in a mural. The mural is a picture of a woman on her knees drinking piss from the source. The source, of course, is a man pissing into her mouth.

After realizing how this room is used, I notice that the entire room has only one drain, and it’s located in the center of the room as part of the mural. But, in each of the four corners there is a chain attached to the wall at about waist level – or is that neck level for anyone kneeling on the floor. Dorothy quickly shows me that my intuition is correct, for without saying a word she goes over to one of the corners, kneels on the floor, and opens her mouth. She’s waiting for us.

“Well, com’on, bitches,” she replies. “You asked to see the piss room. This is it. Starting tomorrow night, it will be manned by four piss slaves. Some men, some women. But, all of us slaves will take a turn serving as piss slaves. So, we might as well get started now. Amy Sue, you said you need to piss. Get your ass over here and do it. Or, would you rather trade places with me?”

Amy Sue doesn’t move. She only gives me a questioning look. It’s obvious that she doesn’t know what to do. So, like I do a lot with her, I decide to force the issue. I walk over to Dorothy, stand directly in front of her face, spread my legs as wide as they will go, and then I reach down and pull mu pussy lips wide open so that my piss hole is exposed and begin to piss on Dorothy’s face. Dorothy opens her mouth and begins to drink my golden nectar. Obviously, she’s done this many times before.

Well, before we leave the ‘piss room’, all three of us are coated with piss after taking a turn as the piss slave. Eventually, without showering or cleaning up, all three of us decide we need some sleep and go up to the second floor and to make use of the beds in the ‘Fuckin Rooms’.

Amy Sue selects one of the vacant rooms, enters, and quickly plops down on one of the beds. At Dorothy’s request, she and I go into a second room, where I chain her down on the bed. She lies face down in a spread eagle position and tells me to cuff her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Then, again at her request, I give her 25 lashes with a tawse before leaving her alone to catch some zzzzzz’s.

Then, I locate Amy Sue and get ready to join her for some nighty-night time of my own. I lie down on the bed and begin to spoon her ass. But, just as I am getting comfortable, she scoots off the bed, pulls my left arm out and up to the left corner of the headboard and attaches a wrist cuff. Next, she does the same to my right wrist.

Before I know what’s happening, I am now cuffed in the same spread eagle position, face down and ass in the air, as I had placed Dorothy just a short while ago. Then, to make matters worse, she reaches over and first removes my string bikini bra, and then my bottoms – leaving me totally bare ass naked.

“OK, bitch,” Amy Sue says after I am secured on the bed. “I heard you give Dorothy 25 lashes with the tawse. For that, you will get 50.”

CRACK!

“One. Thank you Mistress,” I reply. “May I have another?”

“I thought you were a natural subby at heart,” Amy Sue replies.

CRACK!

“Two. Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?”

CRACK! ….

Chapter Nine

I am exhausted, so I sleep most of the day after getting my ass spanked by my best friend.  In fact, I don’t awaken until after it’s dark outside.  Eventually I turn and see both Amy Sue and a totally naked and still cuffed Dorothy standing beside my bed.  Of course, I, too, am totally naked.  I’m also still cuffed with my tits down and ass up in a spread eagle position.  However, what really surprises me is that I am expecting to see Amy Sue either totally naked or dressed in our traditional traveling outfit – a micro G-string bikini.  Instead, she’s standing before me wearing an all-black Monte Carlo thong topless bathing suit. 

The suit is a one-piece, Monte Carlo style bathing suit with a neck line that plunges wide and deep in the front – well below Amy Sue’s belly button – which totally exposes both of her lovely tits entirely.  Likewise, it’s totally open in the back and plunges wide and deep to down to the top of her ass crack, where the side panels and thong join together.  Her lovely ass is totally exposed in the back, just like her tits are totally exposed in the front.  Only her cunt is covered, although not by much.  The entire outfit is supported by two very narrow straps that hook over her shoulders without hiding any of her ‘interesting’ parts.  She looks gorgeous in the outfit – sexy, revealing, but not obscene.

“Well, good evening, Maxine,” Amy Sue says when she realizes that I’m finally awake.  “I was wondering if you were going to sleep forever.  Ooooh!  Your ass looks lovely.  All bright and red.  But, another session of the strap would make it even more lovely.  Interested?”

Well, actually her suggestion is very appealing, but I don’t want it to appear like I’m so horny that I will do anything for a fuck.  So, I just turn my head and pretend that I want to go back to sleep.

“Oh, well, maybe later,” she continues. “B–T-W (By the way), how do you like our new daytime traveling outfits?  Dorothy said that all of the switches – both men and women – in the bondage club are required to wear these outfits whenever they’re not getting fucked.  I think that they’re lovely.  These need to be our new daytime traveling outfits.  Don’t you agree?”

“Sure,” I finally reply, acknowledging that I am no longer asleep.  “Wearing that outfit will really get us noticed – and probably arrested for indecent exposure, too.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Amy Sue replies.  “Remember, we’ve both got sheer, see-through cover-ups that we can pull over these whenever we need to go into a store, restaurant, or gas station.  Those cover-ups will still allow us to flaunt our tits and ass while also allowing us to say that our boobies and butt cheeks are legally covered.  It’s either this outfit, or naked.  Which do you want to wear in the car?”

Down deep I love the idea.  I’m just concerned about what will happen if we run into another ‘dirty’ cop’ or two while traveling through ‘God’s Country’.  I’m still only half awake, so I’m not really in a talkative mood.  So, I just roll over again and hope that she goes away.

“Hey, bitch,” Amy Sue says.  “It’s time for that pretty red ass to get up and get moving.  Tell you what.  I’m going to unlock you from the bed and then take Dorothy down and lock her in the dungeon.  When I get back, just let me know if you’re ready to hit the road again.  If you’re still in bed when I get back, I will assume that you want me to whip your ass again.  But, we can do that down in the dungeon, too.  After all, Dorothy has offered to let us whip her ass before we leave for the Left Coast.  Maybe I can tie you two together while I whip both of your asses.”

Suddenly I feel the cuffs on my ankles release, and then the cuffs on my wrists are free, too.  I turn and see Amy Sue escorting Dorothy out of the room and turn down the hall.  But, the thought of whipping Dorothy does not sound near as fun as the thought of us getting whipped by her.  God, where did this submissive streak come from?  Did the time we spent in Lesbonia, ‘the res’, and in Horatio’s little sex slave domain awaken a dormant submissive streak that had been buried for years in my brain.  After all, Dorothy admitted that her time as a sex slave awakened her submissive streak.  Am I the same?  But, instead, I decide that maybe it’s time to put some distance between us and Horatio and all the dirty cops in his state.

About five minutes later, I am in the bathroom, still naked, fixing my make-up and hair  When Amy Sue returns carrying some sort of bright red garment.  When Amy Sue holds it up, I can see that it’s a red version of the Monte Carlo thong topless bathing suit that she’s already wearing.  As I pull it over my hips, I feel the thong portion of the suit become embedded in my ass crack in the back, and barely cover my pussy slit in the front. 

When I pull the two shoulder straps up and over my shoulders, my tits are totally open and available for all to see and touch.  It’s like I’m wearing a thong bikini bottom that also has shoulder straps.  But, when I look at myself in the mirror, I see one very hot, sexy lady.  Not only that, but the suit is shouting ‘Fuck Me, Now!’.  I hope the suit gets its wish very soon.

After donning the topless bathing suit, I catch up with Amy Sue in the kitchen just as she’s opening our suitcase and removing two sheer, white, see-through cover-ups.  But, she doesn’t give me one to put on.  She says that we are going to travel ‘as is’ and only use the cover-ups if we need to go into anyplace public.  Not long after that, she’s locks our suitcase in the trunk of the Camaro, jumps behind the wheel, and fires the mother up. 

“OK, bitch,” Amy Sue says.  “Ready to rock and roll.  Let’s blow this peanut stand.”

Moments after that, with me still half asleep but sitting in the passenger’s seat, she peels out and heads our ride off into the moonlight.  As we travel along, Amy Sue tells me that, according to Dorothy, there’s a town about two hours away that has a pretty neat club called Spanko’s.  She relates that Dorothy told her that even though the town is a pretty conservative cowboy town, Spanko’s is quite unique and sexually liberated. 

She estimates that if there’s any ‘sugar daddies’ in this God forsaken countryside, they will be hanging out at that club when they’re looking for some fresh pussy.  We intend to supply the pussy in exchange for food, drinks, and a place to spend the night.  We’ll become legal whores – just like we were in all of our earlier stops prior to our arrival in Lesbonia.

“As long as there are some nice, hot ‘sugar daddies’ with rock hard cocks ready to feed and fuck two hot, horny cunts,” I reply.  “I’ve been without cock for almost 24 hours now.  I need something to eat, suck, and fuck in the worst way.  And, I want it to be the real thing – not some dyke’s fake dick.”

Just as she predicted, Amy Sue steers our mechanized chariot into a small town shortly after 10 PM.  Again, just as she predicted earlier, as we cruise through the town – still with our tits hanging in the wind – we pass Spanko’s.  It looks like a rockin’ place.  It even has valet parking outside.  We decide that walking down through a conservative, cowboy town with our boobies and asses on display may get us arrested.  But, as we pass the club, we see others – both men and women – entering the club bare chested.  So, again, ‘When in Rome…’ 

Amy Sue pulls our chariot up to the valets, jumps out, tosses one of the attendants the keys, and then turns to me and tells me to ‘get my lovely titties out of the car’.  My face probably turns red with embarrassment, but I do as instructed.  We quickly get into a short line of couples waiting to enter the club.  I notice that there are two guys together talking with the Matre’D up ahead of us.  One is wearing a deep V-neck tank top while the other is naked above the waist. 

There also is a male/female couple standing directly in front of us.  He’s wearing some sort of a black ‘wife beater’ T-shirt that’s completely open down to his waist while she’s completely topless.  She’s also wearing a teardrop micro G-string bikini bottom.  In effect, she’s basically entering the club almost naked.  So, it appears that we will be OK entering the club with our best assets on display.

As the couple directly in front of us is cleared to enter the club, I see the Matre’D hand the guy a chain with about six red balls hanging from it.  Evidently the chain has two nipple clamps on each end, for he quickly attaches the chain to his partner’s nipples right before they enter the club.  As we step forward, and before we can ask any questions, the Matre’D yells to his helper that he needs ‘more spanko chains’.

“First time to ‘Spanko’s’?” he asks. 

We nod that yes, it is.  He then explains that although Spanko’s is not a sex club, all patrons must have their tits on total display at all times while in the club.  He then asks us if we’re ‘tops’ or ‘bottoms’.  I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me.  I just give her an ‘I don’t care’ shoulder shrug, after which she informs him that we’re both going to enter as ‘bottoms’ tonight. 

He then hands us each a chain similar to the one he gave the couple ahead of us.  Our chains are about 18” long, have six detachable red balls hanging along its length and both ends are attached to nipple clamps.  This could be an interesting evening.  I hope we find our ‘sugar daddies’ quickly.  I’m not in the mood for a night of nipple torture.

“OK,” he tells us.  “Clip these chains to your tits.  Since you are bottoms, you are subject to a spanking or paddling by any of the tops in the club.  Tops are the patrons without chains hanging from their tits.  Whenever a top asks to spank you, you are required to ask him ‘How many and with what implement?’  If you like his answer, you simply bend over, bare your ass, and tell him to proceed.  If you don’t want a spanking at that minute, you tell him, ‘No’ or ‘Not right now.’  However, when you turn him down, you must give him one of your red balls.”

“That’s important, for after all of your red balls are gone, you are not allowed to turn down any spanking request.  If you do, you are subject to a ‘Disciplinary Spanking’ up on the stage.  Those spankings are given out in lots of six, with a minimum of 24.  How many you will get then will be determined by the Disciplinary Spanking Master.  It’s his option.  Also, you will be stripped naked for your first ‘Disciplinary Spanking’, and will be required to remain that way the rest of the evening.  Any questions?”

I’m not really sure about this, but Amy Sue quickly tells him that we totally understand and are ready to enter the club.    He then tells us to check our purses, for bottoms are not allowed to carry spare clothing, wallets, purses, money, or anything else inside the club.  Everything that we need in there will be provided.  So, we check our purses, clip the chains to our tits, and wonder into the club.

As we enter the club and begin to look around, we see a cocktails bar located along the far right wall and a stage with a whipping frame, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a whipping post all mounted in plain sight.  We also see a sign proclaiming ‘Punishment Corner’ hanging along the wall the left wall.  Directly under that sign is a bunch of zigzag wall protrusions.  Later we learn that these protrusions are actually multiple ‘Punishment Corners’ where spankees can be sent for additional punishments. 

Just as our eyes begin to adjust to the subdued lighting of the main club, we hear a public address announcement blaring above the music.  At the same time we see a woman wearing only a micro G-string bikini bottom escorted up onto the stage where she gets her wrists cuffed above her head to the whipping post.  Then, they strip her of the rest of her micro G-string, leaving her chained to the whipping post totally naked.

“Attention All Spankos:  Our first ‘Disciplinary Spanking’ is about to begin.  Spanko Bottom Carol has been here for less than 30 minutes and has already turned down seven spanking offers.  Therefore, she must pay the penalty.  How many should we give her?”

We hear a bunch of shouting and yelling, but neither Amy Sue nor I can determine what is being said.

“OK, the Disciplinary Spanking Master has determined that she is to get 15 lashes with the tawse, and then spend the remainder of the night in the Punishment Corner.  Let her punishment begin.”

Just as we hear the first lash of the tawse land on the naked woman’s butt, the male/female couple that entered the club right before us come over and stands beside Amy Sue.  Neither says anything, but I notice that the woman now only has 5 red balls hanging from her tit chain.

“What’s the Punishment Corner?” Amy Sue asks out loud.  She’s really not talking to anybody, just asking a rhetorical question to anyone in earshot.  The guy hears her question and quickly turns to supply an answer.

“Humiliation is part of the ‘Disciplinary Spanking’”, he replies.  “After her spanking is completed, she will be chained facing into one of the ‘Punishment Corners’.  From that point on, all parts of her body are subject to all forms of fondling and finger play.  At that point, she’s no longer available for future spankings, but anyone – top or bottom – can fondle and finger any part of her body as long as she’s chained in one of the corners.  Spanko’s is not s sex club, but fondling and fingering anyone chained in a ‘Punishment Corner’ is allowed.

“Now,” he continues.  “How about you two lovely ladies?  Can I buy you two a drink?”

Amy Sue looks at me, but I’m still not sure how to react.  Amy Sue realizes that the drinks will not be free and takes the lead.

“How many and with what implement?” she asks.

“Ten each with my bare hand,” he replies.

“OK,” Amy Sue replies.  “Vodka tonic.  Where do you want us?”

“Go to that bench over there and bare your buns,” he replies to Amy Sue.  “I will be back with your drink shortly.”  

“How about you?” he says to me.  “You haven’t said anything.  Same drink?  Same terms?”

“I’m not thirsty right now,” I reply, not realizing that I’m turning down a spanking request, not a drink.

“OK, suit yourself,” he replies. 

Next, he reaches over to my tit chain and removes one of my red balls.  He quickly and quietly walks over to a circular container and deposits my red ball through a small opening in the container.

“Hey,” I reply. 

But, he just ignores me and heads for the bar to buy Amy Sue’s drink.

“Don’t complain,” his girlfriend tells me.  “You know the rules.  He offered to trade a drink for a spanking and you refused the spanking.  The club rules require that he immediately remove one of your red balls.  But, honey, don’t worry.  The ‘Punishment Corner’ is fun.”

Just as she’s explaining the rules to me, two guys walk up to us and ask if we would like a spanking.  Realizing that I can’t say ‘No’ all night, I’m about tell him OK when she speaks for us both.

“How Many and what implement?” she replies.

“12 each with a paddle,” he answers.

“Not right now,” she answers.

“OK, suit yourselves,” the second guy replies.  Then, they both reach forward and remove a red ball from both of our tit chains.  We’re both now down to three balls.  I’ve been in the club less than 15 minutes and have already lost half of my balls.

Just as those two guys are depositing our red balls in the circular container, the girl’s partner returns along with my partner in crime.  Amy Sue’s rubbing her ass with one hand and carrying a drink in the other.  About the same time three women – none of which are wearing tit chains – come over to where the four of us are standing. 

“How about a session in the pillory for you three?” one of the three says to us.  Our female friend looks to her partner, who simply shrugs his shoulders.  Later we learn that, according to club rules, he cannot answer for her.

“How many and with what?” Amy Sue asks.

“Well, you still have all your balls,” one of the three replies to Amy Sue.  “12 for you with a tawse.  18 for the other two – 12 with a tawse and six with a riding crop.  That’s fair for two pale ass bitches that are trying to get into a ‘Punishment Corner’ quickly.”

“Agreed,” Amy Sue says.

“No riding crop,” my spanko friend replies.  “Tawse only.”

“18 with a tawse?” a second of the three replies.

Our spanko friend nods her head affirmatively, agreeing to their modified terms.  I figure that I have no choice and also nod my head affirmatively and tell them to lead the way.

The three dyke tops lead us to the main spanking area in the center of the club where there are six empty pillories just awaiting our arrival.  One by one Amy Sue, our new spanko friend, and then me are locked in the pillories.  Each pillory is designed so that our asses are higher than our heads and wrists, making our bottom cheeks perfect targets for any spanking implement.

“Don’t worry, honey,” our spanko partner says to me as we’re awaiting our first spank.  (Amy Sue is the first of the three of us to receive her swats.)  “We’re all going to be on the ‘Disciplinary Spanking Stage’ before the night’s over.  Just pick and choose who you want to spank your ass.  Those last two guys that came by are real assholes.  I turned them down because the last time they spanked me I was black and blue for a week.  These bitches are fun.  Relax and have some fun.”

Chapter Ten

“I’m Allison, by the way,” she adds.  “What’s your name?”

“I’m Maxine,” I reply.  “That bitch your boyfriend spanked earlier is my best friend, Amy Sue.  What about your boyfriend?  Why didn’t he protect you?”

“Well, first of all,” Allison replies.  “He’s my step-brother, Donald, not my boyfriend.  Yes, I’ve fucked him a time or two, but he’s still my step-brother.  But, in addition to that, he’s my spanko sponsor, and sponsors are not allowed to spank or answer for their partners.  In addition, club rules state that no top can stop another top from giving any bottom a spanking.”

“Nor can a sponsor, or any other top, stop another top from stripping one of my red balls from my tit chain.  But, just between you and me:  The next time he wants to spank your ass, tell him ‘Yes!’  He’s been staring at your tits ever since you two came in.  I think he’s got the hots for you.  And, believe me, he’s got a big cock and knows how to use it.”

“OH, FUCK!” I yell as the first of my tawse spanks lands on my cheeks.  Just as the second spank lands, I see Amy Sue get released from her pillory and begin to walk away.  Her ass is bright red.  I guess mine will be brighter and redder when I’m done here.

“Relax and enjoy,” Allison reminds me.  “I can see in your eyes that you’re a natural submissive slut, just like me.  Relax and enjoy the moment.”

It takes us about 15 minutes to receive all 18 of our spanks, but after we are released and begin to walk back toward where we see Donald talking to another spanko bottom.  Just as we reach Donald, Amy Sue comes up behind us and shakes her tits.  She’s still got all six of her balls.  About the same time we hear another announcement over the loudspeaker:

“Attention All Spanko’s:  It’s been over 30 minutes without a ‘Disciplinary Spanking’, so it’s lottery time.  Let’s see whose little red ball is going to glow.”

“What’s that mean?” I ask my Allison.

“Whenever the Disciplinary Spanking Stage has gone unused for 30 minutes, they have a lottery drawing,” Donald replies while starring at my tits.  “All of your balls are connected to a Bluetooth signaling device.  In a minute some unlucky spanko bottom will see one her balls glow red.  That means she’s about to be taken up to the stage, stripped naked, and then spanked.”

“What the fuck!” I hear Amy Sue yell.

I look over and see one of her balls glowing bright red.  Before she can react, two guys grab her, strip her of all of her red balls, and begin to march her towards the punishment stage.

“Dodged another one,” Allison says.  “Of course, since we had fewer balls than your friend, our chance of getting picked was much lower than hers.  I know that I will be there eventually.  But, I don’t want to go as a Lottery Girl, for Lottery Girls usually get at least 60 smacks before spending all night in the Punishment Corner.  Now, let’s go have some more fun. Watching a ‘Disciplinary Spanking’ is more fun when you’re bent over and receiving some smacks at the same time.”

“How about it, Donald?” I ask.  “Care to buy a girl a drink?  I’m getting pretty thirsty, and the club didn’t allow me to bring any money.”

“I’d love to,” he replies.  “But, I just promised this cutie here 15 swats with the paddle.  But, if you come back in about 15 minutes I will be more than happy to buy you a drink.”

“Well, I’m willing to let you do more than spank my ass in exchange for a drink.” I reply.  “So, don’t forget.”

“Com’on, O horny one,” Allison says to me.  “Let’s go find someone to spank our asses while we watch your friend get her whipping.”

As we are walking through the club looking for some ‘fresh meat’, two guys come up to and begin to talk.  I see that they both have huge bulges in their skin tight pants.  I know that I would love to feel them deep in my pussy, so I am just waiting for their offer to spank my ass.

“Do either of you care for a spanking,” one asks.

I am about to say ‘Yes’, when Allison give the required response:  “How many and with what implement?”

“Well, it’s starting to get late, and I think that you two want to eventually spend some time in a ‘Punishment Corner’ before the club closes,” the second one replies.  “Your choice:  12 smacks with a paddle plus one ball, or 24 smacks with a crop and you keep all your balls.”

Before I can respond, I hear Allison reply, “12 plus one.”  She then removes one of her red balls – leaving her now with only two – and hands it to the first guy.

“How about you, Blondie?” the second guy says. 

Now, I want to puke.  Even though I am a natural blonde, I hate the term ‘Blondie’.  Now I am considering telling him no, but that will leave me with only two balls.  Then, I look at the bulges in his pants again.  ‘What the Hell?’ I tell myself as I reach down, remove one of my red balls, hand it to the second guy, and reply:  “Lead the way, O Spanko Master.”

“How about the bondage boxes?” the first guy asks. 

Allison tells him that’s OK as long as she can watch the proceeding up on the Disciplinary Spanking Stage. 

As we walk through the crowd towards the central spanking area, I see Amy Sue get stripped of her topless bathing suit and then get locked into the whipping frame totally naked with her ass facing the crowd.  As I walk to my spanking fate, and observe Amy Sue awaiting hers, I hear the loudspeaker again:

“How about it, fellow Spankos.  This bitch still had all six balls when she was selected by our Lottery.  What do you say?  10 spanks per ball?  15 spanks per ball?  20 spanks per ball?”

I cringe when I hear the last part of that statement.  20 spanks per ball times 6 balls.  That’s 120 spanks.  That’s not fun.  That’s sadistic.   I want to ask Allison if that’s legal. 

But, just as I am about to ask, we walk over to two square wooden boxes sitting on the floor.  Each box is about 4’ x 4’ x 6” and has four holes – two for ankles and two for wrists – cut into the top of the box.  Allison waits for one of the two guys to pull open one of the top folding sections of the box that allows her access to the two ankle holes.   She then steps in and places her ankles against the front of the two larger openings before he closes the folding section, locking her ankles into the box.  When the other guy opens a similar section on the other floor bondage box, I follow Allison’s lead, step in, and allow my ankles to be locked into the box.

Next, when to front openings are lifted, both Allison and I lean forward and extend our wrists into the smaller openings.  Moments later we both have our wrists and ankles locked into the floor bondage boxes, forcing us to be bent at the waist with our asses presented as a perfect target for spanking – and more.  But, later I learn that ‘more’ is not allowed inside Spanko’s.  It’s a spanking club, not a sex or swinger’s club.

Just before Allison or I receive our first paddle swat, the loudspeaker blares out a new message:

“Well, I have been informed that closing time is only 90 minutes away.  So, the decision of the Disciplinary Spanking Master is this:  90 swats with the paddle and the rest of the night in the Punishment Corner.  Let the fun begin.”

As our paddling begins all I can hear is a bunch of cheering coming from down near the Disciplinary Spanking Stage.  I cannot hear any of the blows landing on Amy Sue’s ass primarily because my attentions are now focused on my own paddling.  With each blow I look over to Allison, who has a big grin on her face.  But, it’s more than a grin.  I think that she’s one kinky broad who’s en route to a spanking orgasm.  I think that I will be there soon, but this one paddling will not be enough. 

Our paddling lasts about 15 minutes, and after it ends Allison and I head back to where we had left her brother.  Now as I walk through the crowd, I see that most of the spankos – both men and women – are now down to either one or two balls hanging from their tit chains.  While en route, we pass three guys – two of which are absolute nerds.  As we get near them, Allison leans to me and whispers, “You ready for some ‘Punishment Corner’ time.”

One by one, each asks us both to bend over for a hand spanking.  But, neither Allison nor I are interested in the two nerds and we turn them down.  Of course, that costs us the remainder of our balls.  If we turn down the third guy, with our tit chains empty of balls, we immediately will be taken to the ‘Disciplinary Spanking’ stage.  But, instead we both agree to 25 hand spanks from the third guy.  Nothing special.  In fact, we don’t even go over to the central spanking area.  One at a time we just bend over, grab our ankles, and let him spank our buns with his hand. 

After he spanks us both, we merely continue on our merry way.  When we get back over to Donald, I tell him that I’m still thirsty.  He tells me that he will get me a drink, but it will cost me 25 hand spanks.  I agree and off he goes to buy my Vodka tonic.  When he returns, Donald tells me that he will collect on my spanking.  But, he suggests that we do it back at his apartment after the club closes. 

As we are talking, I spot Amy Sue getting removed from the whipping frame on the Disciplinary Spanking Stage and taken towards the Disciplinary Corner.  Just as I am finishing my drink, I hear the loudspeaker blaring another message:

“Well, spankos:  One hour to closing.  You know what that means:  It’s time for all Spanko bottoms that have already lost their balls to be disciplined!”

“Well, well, well,” Donald replies as he points at Allison and me.  “Looky what we have here.  And, it’s Cat-O-9-Tails night.”

Before we can say anything, two of the club’s bouncers descend upon us and grab us by our arms and begin leading us towards the Disciplinary Punishment Stage. 

I look over to Allison and see a look of concern on her face.  She doesn’t say anything out loud, but she does mime the words, ‘I forgot that it’s Cat-O-9-Tails night.  Oh, Fuck!’

‘Oh, shit!’ I want to yell.  But, I also don’t want them to know that I’m scared.  So, I just keep my mouth shut until I can see exactly what is going to happen.  But, then I also know that after what I endured in Lesbonia, ‘the res’, and in Horatio’s sexual slavery town, a spanking with a Cat-O-9-Tails should be nothing new.

Allison and I are eventually taken up onto the Disciplinary Spanking Stage.  The Spanking Master has us stand side by side, facing the crowd, while he strips Allison of her teardrop micro G-string bikini bottom first.  As I’m standing there waiting to have my topless thong suit stripped from my body, I look over to the ‘Disciplinary Corner’ and see Amy Sue’s body under assault.  She’s got two guys and a gal all reaching around her body fondling various body parts.  I also begin to get wet thinking that as soon as Allison and I are whipped, we will be down there providing both men and women similar fondling and fingering fun.

As soon as I am stripped naked, the Spanking Master picks up the microphone and the loudspeakers begin blaring away:

“Well, fellow Spankoholics:  It’s time to punish our 60-minute losers.  Tonight we are lucky because they both are cunts.  What would you like to see?  Should I tie them together then whip them as one?  How about a little tit torture?  How many?  It’s 60 minutes ‘till closing.  Should we give them all 60?  Any suggestions, my spankoholic friends?”

All Allison and I can hear is a bunch of noise.  Yelling, screaming, even some begging.  But, we can’t tell what they’re saying, for everyone is talking all at once.  I don’t know how the Spanking Master can hear anything either.  He probably can’t.  He’s probably just going to do what he wants no matter what.

“OK, fellow spankos.  The Disciplinary Spanking Master has decided that we’re going to chain them together, face to face, tit to tit.  In fact, we will chain their tits together so that if one pulls away after receiving a stroke with the Cat, she will be pulling on both her tit and her spanking partner’s tits, too.  What do you say?  Let’s give them both all 60!”

With that announcement, suddenly a chain drops down from above our heads.  One chain, two sets of wrist cuffs.  We are made to stand face to face, tit to tit, while he unhooks the nipple clamp on my right tit and Allison’s left one, then crosses them and re-attaches them to each other’s respective tit.  So, now our left tits are connected together as are our right boobies.  But, since we are facing each other, the chains crisscross near our cleavage, and any sudden movement by either of us will cause both of us to have our tits tortured. 

After our tits are connected together, we are told to reach over our heads, where our wrists are attached to cuffs hanging from the chain.  Once we are cuffed, the chain begins to rise and eventually we both are hanging by our wrists about 2’ above the floor, and as we begin to swing our tit torture has already begun.

“OK, Spankos.  Here we go!”

WHOOSH!  CRACK!

Suddenly I hear the Cat land on Allison’s ass.  Naturally, she reacts by pulling her body backwards.  This, naturally, pulls my tits with hers. 

WHOOSH!  CRACK!

The next lash lands on my right ass cheek.  I also jerk my body, pulling on both of our tits.

“One!” the crowd yells.  “Give them another!”

“Kiss me,” Allison says after we come back together.  “Tongue fuck my face.  It always makes the spanking more enjoyable.”

Of course, I have always been bisexual.  I love fucking cunts as well as cocks.  However, kissing other women has never been at the top of my wish list.  I do it whenever I have to in order to get to eat pussy, or to get my cunt eaten by another pussy.  But kissing another broad has never been high on my priorities.  However, under the circumstances, her suggestion sounds great, so I lean forward and meet her halfway.  Mouth wide open; tongue searching for a target.  Right before I hear the Cat land on her ass a second time I feel her tongue enter my mouth.

WHOOSH!  CRACK!

Pain shoots through my tits again, but she only kisses me harder when the lash lands on her ass.

WHOOSH!  CRACK!

This time the pain is in both my right ass cheek and tits.  But, I am beginning to enjoy my mouth tongue fuck.

“Two!” the crowd yells again.  “Give them another!”

WHOOSH!  CRACK!

Again, pain shoots through my tits.

WHOOSH!  CRACK!

This time the pain is in my left ass cheek and both tits.

I don’t know how much more of this that I can stand.

Our whipping continues for about 20 minutes, and then suddenly I hear…

…WHOOSH!  CRACK!

“60!” the crowd yells.  “It’s triple lottery time!”

Chapter Eleven

Right before the official closing time, and while I have about four different hands either feeling my tits and ass, or fingering my asshole and cunt while I am chained in a ‘Punishment Corner’, Donald steps behind me, presses his cock enraged jeans against my ass, and reminds me that he still owes me a spanking. 

I politely tell him that I will gladly go back to his place with him where he can do more than spank me if he wants.  I also tell him that Amy Sue will be with me, and we both need something to eat and a place to stay tonight.  Then, I ask him if he can handle the two of us.  He just smiles and says that he lives with his step-sister, and that somehow we will figure something out.  I just smile and tell him that keeping Allison happy will be Amy Sue’s job.

It takes a while after the club is officially closes for us to run down our topless bathing suits.  Allison tells us not to worry about her teardrop micro bottom.   After which we catch up with Donald, who’s now also topless, and Allison, who is still totally naked in the valet parking waiting area.  When he sees that our ride is a Camaro convertible, and we’re traveling with the top down, he suggests that we split up. 

He says that he knows the local cops, and if they see Amy Sue and me riding with our tits out, we probably will get arrested.  After all, despite what happens inside Spanko’s club, it’s still a conservative, cowboy town.  I ask about Allison riding naked and he says that most of the cops have fucked her at least once, and none of them will mess with her tonight.  If they do, she will just black-list them from her pussy.  Interesting defense. 

So, Amy Sue agrees to ride with Allison in our Camaro and I jump into Donald’s Z3.  We tell the girls to head back to Donald’s place, for we’re going to get some Chinese take-out on the way home.  When we get to David’s condo, I am surprised at what I see.  Not my best friend, for she’s wearing her black topless thong bathing suit – our traveling outfit.  But, when Allison turns around I see that she’s now wearing – or almost wearing – a new outfit. 

Only, it’s about as daring as anyone can be without going totally naked.  For, she’s wearing a one-string-only bottom bikini.  Her bottom is nothing but strings tied together – and the one going through her legs is pulled up into her camel toe on the front and her ass cheeks in the back.  She also is completely topless.

“Well, look at that!” I exclaim when I see her attire.

“As you can see, she’s an exhibitionist at heart,” Donald replies.  “She’s only wearing that because I have a rule that requires everyone entering my condo to display their naked tits at all times. That outfit also comes with a one-string-only top.  Just strings shaped in a triangle outlining her massive mammaries and allowing everyone to see her rather beautiful and fully engorged nipples on display.  And, that outfit would meet my ‘tits on display’ rule.  This is her way of getting even.”

“How about you two?” Allison asks Amy Sue and me.  “I’ve got extras.  Wanna see what a one-string-only bottom bikini feels like?”

“I’d rather see what Donald’s rock hard cock feels like,” I answer.

“Me, too,” Amy Sue replies.  “That’s a big yes to both questions.”

“Well, first of all,” Donald answers while starring straight at me.  “You owe me 25 hand spanks.  Allison, why don’t you take them both back and see if you have something ‘appropriate’ for them to wear.  You might throw their clothing, what there is of it, into the washer.  I’m sure that after tonight it doesn’t smell very good, and they’ll probably want to wear it sometime tomorrow.  While you’re doing that, I’ll set the table so that we can have some nourishment before we play.”

“Sounds good to me,” I reply. 

Allison and Amy Sue also both agree as we head down the hall.  When we get to her room, Allison digs into a drawer loaded with string bikinis.  Obviously she doesn’t wear a full set of clothes much.  She pulls out two more one-string bottom micro bikinis – one black and one red, just like the topless thong suits that we’re wearing now.  When I put mine on, it feels very tight and I feel the bottom micro G-string getting pulled tight between my ass cheeks and into my slit.  Allison says that’s how they’re designed. 

She says she love them tight because they give her the same sensation as a crotch rope.  She loves the constant pressure on her insides – especially her clit.  I can see what she means and decide to give it a try.  Amy Sue, on the other hand, does not even flinch.  She places hers between her cheeks and camel toe like it’s nothing new.

Then, to our surprise, Allison says that Donald also asks that she give us something ‘appropriate’ for us to wear tonight.  With that, she pulls out two sets of wrist cuffs.  She says that whenever she’s not working around the condo, Donald always keeps her cuffed.  As soon as she’s done cleaning up the table later, she also will be cuffed.  But, for now, Donald wants us – especially me – cuffed while he spanks us – especially me.

So, Amy Sue and I both turn or bodies and allow Allison to cuff our wrists together behind our backs.  Then, we head down the hall wearing nothing except a modified crotch rope and a set of wrist cuffs knowing full well that very soon we will be bent over a couch or chair while getting our asses tanned – and loving every second of it.  We’re halfway down the hall when Allison says that she needs to get something, turns, and then heads back into her room.

As we enter the living/dining area of the condo, I see that Donald is now wearing a pair of leather chaps.  Leather covers the front and back of his legs, but his ass and crotch are open – and available.  Above the waist he’s bare chest naked.  And, very sexy!  Allison was right earlier when she said that her brother has a big cock.   I can’t wait to feel it in any of my holes.

As we re-enter the common area, Donald guides both Allison and me over to his sofa, which now is pulled out about 5’ from the wall into the center of the room.  He tells us both to go around to the back of the sofa and then lean forward until our heads are resting on the seat cushions.  Of course, this means that our asses, as well as our bottom holes, will be available for his pleasure once we are in position.  But, that’s what I’ve been waiting for all night.

Just as we take our positions on the sofa, we get another surprise.  This time it’s Allison.  She also re-enters the room.  Only she’s no longer wearing the one-string-only micro bikini bottom.  She’s now wearing a set of chaps just like her brother – complete with open crotch and ass.  Her outfit, and the one her brother is wearing, gives them both a very domineering appearance.  I guess that’s what they had planned all along.  Amy Sue and I must have been easy pickings at the club.  But, who cares.  It’s party time!

Soon they both take positions directly in front of us.  Donald and his cock are starring me in the face while Allison and her cunt are doing the same to Amy Sue.  Both are holding leather floggers.  Donald announces that we both owe them one night’s room and board, and it’s time to collect.  Funny, they haven’t figured out that this is exactly how we’ve been financing our trip for several weeks now.  Not only that, but I can’t wait to begins sucking that beautiful cock.

Next, Allison climbs onto the sofa, plants her knees beside Amy Sue’s head, pulls Amy Sue’s head up by her hair, forces Amy Sue’s face into her cunt, and then gives a one-word command:  “EAT!”  Donald does the same to me, only his command is:  “SUCK!”  Then, as Amy Sue and I begin to service them orally, both Donald and Allison begin to whip our asses with their leather floggers.  Between the cock pounding my mouth and the flogger pounding my ass, I’m in seventh heaven.  God, I’m turning into such a pain slut!

I’d love to say that I’m enjoying sucking Donald’s cock.   Don’t get me wrong.  I’m definitely enjoying it pounding into and out of my mouth.  But, I’m not in control.  I’m not sucking his cock.  His cock is fucking my mouth.  He’s got a grip on the back of my head, holding my head still while he fucks my mouth.  God, it’s lovely.  I can feel him plunging deeper and deeper into my throat.  I also can feel him getting bigger and bigger with each thrust.

“O-M-G!” (Oh, my God!)  Allison exclaims.  “This bitch is good.  She’s a great cunt licker!”

“This one a good, too,” Donald replies.  “You were right, Sister, when you said that these two would be great subby sluts for us.”

Of course, neither Amy Sue nor I can respond, for our mouths are busy right now.  Even if I wanted to stop long enough to talk, Donald is holding my head while he continues to fuck my mouth.  Ditto for Allison.  Donald is not coordinating the flogger strokes so that each of his cock thrusts into my mouth is timed to match each of the flogger smacks on my ass.  Fuck!  It feels great!

My joint mouth fucking and flogging continues for about five minutes.  With each thrust, Donald’s cock pounds the back of my throat.  I try to deep throat him, but he’s holding my head in an angle that does not allow me to fully open the back of my throat.  He’s both rough and gentle.  He is holding my head still and keeps fucking it like it’s a pussy. 

But, he also does it in a manner that makes it enjoyable to me.  I’m getting my mouth fucked – not raped.  Again, Donald has opened my eyes.  I definitely have turned into a pain slut.  I am totally enjoying my dual fucking and flogging.  Now, I can’t wait to feel his baby makers filling my mouth, and from the feel of his cock, that’s going to be soon.

“Switch,” Donald suddenly exclaims as he pulls his cock from my face. 

I glace to my right and see that Allison has pulled her pussy away from Allison’s face, too.  Donald tells me to stay in position and then walks behind the sofa and I feel his cock against my now soaking wet puss.  Just as I feel him thrust deep into my cunt, I see Allison walking by.  She’s now sporting a 9” dong from her groin.  It appears that one – if not both – of us are going to get fucked by her dong before the night’s over.

Donald continues to fuck me.  He’s not gentle.  Normally, one would call the fucking that I am receiving ‘rape’.  But, ‘rape’ insinuates that the recipient is getting fucked against her will.  I am getting forced fucked.  But, I am totally enjoying it.  Yes, I want him to fuck me rough.  Rough and ready for more.  He continues to thrust deep into my twat.  With each thrust, his abdomen and balls bounce off my ass.  My very red, very bruised, and very sore ass. 

I love it.  Before I began my journey into the world of pain as pleasure, I would have fought hard to avoid what is happening right now.  But, now I will fight hard to insure that it continues.  But, just as I am about to climax from the constant pounding of my puss and my ass, I feel him get tense, grab my hips, make one last powerful thrust deep into my cunt, and then explode.  Thousands of baby makers flood my love canal.  Thank God for the pill.  Or, else I would be giving him a bastard in nine months.

He holds his cock deep in my cunt for at least three minutes, and then I feel it begin to go soft.  He slowly withdraws – much to my displeasure.  I want him to leave it there forever.  But, certain laws of physics never change.  Other male mammals see their dicks expand when they shoot their loads to insure that their sperm does not escape prior to penetrating the female’s eggs.  But, not the male human.  Their cocks always go soft and shrink after they shoot their wad.

After his cock escapes my twat, he walks around to the front, doesn’t say a word, and then presents his cock to my mouth.  It’s clean-up time.  I open my mouth to allow his monster in for a good oral cleansing.  As I begin to suck him clean of our juices, he orders Allison to clean me up.  Allison begrudgingly pulls her strap-on dong out of Amy Sue’s pussy and then kneels behind me.  I hear her tell Amy Sue to get off the sofa, kneel behind her, and lick her ass.  Allison then leans forward and begins to lick my creampie from my puss.  Now, I’m in seventh heaven again.  A dirty cock in my mouth and a tongue in my dirty cunt.  I couldn’t ask for more.

Eventually Donald gets hard again.  He’s ready for round two.  Only round two means that Amy Sue gets the real thing and I get the fake dick.  But, who cares.  Just so something is pounding my puss.  Round two is a duplicate of round one.  When Donald is done fucking Amy Sue, Allison must clean Amy Sue’s creampie while I get to tongue fuck her asshole.  Then, when everyone is done, Donald announces that it’s time for some food.

Donald and Allison lead Amy Sue and me, still with our wrists cuffed behind our backs, into the condo’s cute, but tiny, kitchen.  I see a small table with only two place settings and chairs pushed against the wall.  All the Chinese takeout that Donald and I purchased earlier are also sitting on the table. 

They lead us over to the table, tell us to get down on our knees, and then have us kneel beside the table while they sit in the two chairs.  Then, then fill their two plates with the Chinese before beginning to feed us like some people feed their dogs.  They take a bite before giving us one.  But, I’m so hungry that I don’t care.  Like a dog, I’m just happy to be getting table scraps.

The four of us continue eating without saying anything.  No conversation.  Just nourishment.  Just like our sex was done without any conversation.  It’s obvious that they see us as second class citizens – or sex slaves.  Definitely not their equals.  Hell, we had more respect in Lesbonia than here.  Or, at least more conversation.  But, right now neither of us can do anything about our situation.  Other than just taking it one step at a time.

After about 30 minutes of quiet eating, we finally finish the last of the Chinese.  I am stuffed.  I’m not sure about Amy, but I could get to like this lifestyle.  No worries.  No cares.  No decision making.  No financial worries.  Just pure obedience and plenty of sex.  But, I would like a little conversation now and then.  Just as I finish that thought, like he’s been reading my mind, Donald announces that we should go back into the living room.  Only this time he and Allison take a position on the sofa while Amy Sue and I are again told to kneel on the floor.

“Well, girls,” Donald starts.  “It sure was an interesting night.  Maxine, I’ve never seen anyone who likes getting her ass spanked as much as my darling sister.  But, tonight I think that you gave her a good run for her money.  Or, is that her ass.  Either way, you two were a perfect pair at Spanko’s.   Well, girls, any questions?”

“Yes,” I reply.  “Do you really fuck your sister?”

“Step-sister,” Allison answers.  “Donald and I are both bastards from the fame father.  Our old man has a bunch of bastards all over this area.  He loved the old ‘4F’ method of romance.”

“4F?” Amy Sue asks.

“Find ‘em, Feel ‘em, Fuck ‘em, Forget ‘em,” Allison replies.  “Donald and I are both bastards from the same prick, but we never knew each other until about nine months ago when we met at a BDSM club.  At that same time I was doing some ancestry checking on some website and learned about Daddy’s list of indiscretions.  Somehow both our names were listed as his bastard kids.  Anyway, we got together for a play session at the club and hit it off.  Later, after he beat my ass good at the club, we went back to his place for some fucking.”

“Somehow we started talking and I learned that he and I are actually step-brother and step-sister.  But, that doesn’t bother us.  We’ve been fuckbuddies and lovers ever since.  As you can see, he’s a natural spanko top and BDSM Dom.  I’m a natural spanko bottom and BDSM switch.” 

“I’ve also become quite good at spotting potential spanko bottoms and BDMS slaves.  I knew after talking with you, Maxine, for about five minutes that you would be perfect for our private fun time.  I also figured that you, Amy Sue, would be great, too.  How about you two?  What are you two doing here?”

“Well,” Amy Sue replies. 

She goes on and relates our brief history, tells them about our experiences in New York and how we’ve been fucking our way across the country, the trouble we had in Lesbonia, ‘the res’, and Horatio’s little sex slave world.  She also tells them about meeting Dorothy, and how Dorothy suggested that we stop by Spanko’s en route to the Left Coast.

“Well, slaves,” Donald replies.  “As you can see it’s already dawn outside.  “We’ve been up for almost 24 hours.  Allison and I are running on empty and are going to take a play break and get some sleep.  Do you want to take off now, or do you want to camp out here for a while?”

“Are you inviting us to spend some time living here with you two?” Amy Sue replies.

“You can stay as long as you want,” Donald replies.  “Just remember:  If you stay, you stay as our sex slaves.  Still interested?”

“Can we answer that question after we all get some sleep?” I reply.  “We’ve been up for almost 36 hours.  I can’t even think straight right now.”

“Consider it done,” Allison replies.  “Just lay down on the floor and we’ll get you ready for some sleep time.”

Neither Amy Sue nor I understand what Allison just asked us to do, so both she and Donald come over to us, help us lay down on the floor, and then roll us over onto our fronts.  I am really surprised, and perplexed, when I see that my head is besides Amy Sue’s feet, and vice versa.  Then, without saying anything, Allison pulls out two more sets of cuffs while, one by one, Donald pulls our legs together.  Allison then cuffs our ankles together, and then they both pull our legs forward until they can tie the two cuffs together – leaving us in a hogtie. 

Then, they roll us onto our sides so that I am looking directly at Amy Sue’s cunt, and, obviously, she must get getting a good view of mine.  Donald then explains that if we stay, this will be our normal sleeping position.  With that, they turn out the lights and head down the hall to their bedrooms.  Now I cannot see Amy Sue’s pussy, but I can sure smell her juices.  She must be getting my aroma, too, for once again I am horny as Hell.

“Hey, bitch,” Amy Sue says.  “How about eating my cunt?  In fact, I’ll do yours if you do mine.”

I don’t say anything.  I just wiggle my body over next to hers, lean my head forward until it’s between her legs, and start lapping away at her womanly juices.  At about the same time I feel her tongue on mine.  From down the hall I can hear spanking noises.  Evidently Allison is getting her ‘before fuck’ spanking as Amy and I eat each other out.  However, it does not take long before both Amy Sue and I have a ‘Big ‘O’’, and shortly thereafter we fall asleep.

C hapter Twelve

I don’t know how long we’re asleep, but eventually Donald and Allison return.  Only now Donald is dressed in his leather pants again – the same ones he wore last night at Spanko’s.  Only, Allison is back to wearing a one-string-only bottom micro bikini, and now she also has her wrists cuffed behind her back.  She’s also wearing a dog collar around her neck.  Of course, the bottom bikini is pulled tight and is acting like a crotch rope, tugging on her clit with her ever step.

“Well, sluts,” Donald says to me.  “Just for the record, you can leave any time you like.  You are not prisoners.  Just say the word and I will uncuff your wrists, give you your clothes back, and even give you directions that will allow you to reach your next destination without going on the major roads.  That will enable you to stay away from the truckers or freaks who wouldn’t hesitate to attack sexy things like you two.  Or, you could go to the BDSM club with Allison and me tonight.  But, if you do, you will go as my slaves.”

“Tonight’s ‘All-Anal Night’,” Allison adds.  “The only fucking tonight permitted is anal.  And, one of the rules says that you must be whipped before your assfucked.  It will be fun.”

“Can your asshole take that much fun?” I ask Amy Sue as I give her a devilish grin.

“My ass can take more than yours!” she responds. 

“Sounds like we have a challenge,” Donald replies.  “Remember, losers of a challenge must become the slaves of the winner for the next week.  Actually, that’s how I got Allison dressed like she is now.  She bet me that I couldn’t cum in less than five minutes last night after we went down the hall.  She’s my slave for the next week now.”

“OK, bitch,” Amy Sue replies.  “I bet that I get more cocks up my ass tonight than you.” 

“Are we counting individual cocks, or do multiples count too?” I ask.

“Total cocks,” she replies.  It doesn’t matter if the same guy does you more than once.  Total cocks.  How about a side bet.  We also measure anal creampies?  Whoever pushes the least anal creampie out of her ass at the end of the evening…”

“…must walk home totally naked?” Allison replies.  “And, for safety’s sake, I’ll walk home with her, too.”

“Naked?” Donald asks.

“Fuckin’ right,” Allison replies.  “I love to walk home, totally drunk, with a bright red ass and cum dripping out of all of my holes, while totally naked.  Come on, girls.  It will be fun.”

“OK,” Amy Sue replies.  “Where’s my bottom string bikini?” 

I also nod in agreement, and Allison hands us both the same one-string-only bottom bikini’s that we were wearing last night before our fucking began.  Donald also suggests that we take our Camaro, since it can hold four people.  We need seating for four to get there, but only two to get home since Allison and at least one other will be walking in their birthday suits.  So we all jump in our Camaro, but we decide to let Donald do the driving since the rest of us are basically naked. 

Suddenly as we are pulling out of the little town, I recognize the road that we’re on.  It’s the same one we used last night to get to their little town.  When I ask Amy Sue if it looks familiar, she suddenly realizes where we are.  When I ask Donald, he only smiles, steps on the accelerator, and makes the motor hum.  Then, with a big smile on his face, he tells us that the BDSM club that he and Allison belong is the same one we were in with Dorothy two days ago.  We’re going to spend the evening there, and all three of us are going to be club slaves.

“Besides,” Allison says.  “Dorothy is one of our bastard sisters.  The only difference is that her mother is Daddy’s first one-night conquest, and she’s the oldest of the group.  That, and she’s a great fuck.”

It is about 9 PM when we arrive at the BDSM club, and Dorothy is one of the slaves tending the door.  Only she is not wearing the topless thong bathing suit that she told Amy Sue and Me that is the required outfit for the club’s switches.  Instead, she, too, is totally, bare-ass naked.  The only thing that she’s wearing is a slave collar around her neck and the mandatory 6” Fuck Me! stilettos.

“Well, Master Donald, what do we have here?” Dorothy asks as he leads us up onto the back porch.

“I think you know Slave Allison,” Donald replies.  “Slave Allison, please report to the Slave Master.  Slave Dorothy, I also believe that you know my two newest slaves, Slave Amy Sue and Slave Maxine.  In fact, I hear that you are responsible for a good ass whipping that they got a couple of days ago.  Please collar them and then take them down to the Slave Master and tell her that we have two new slaves to be indoctrinated this weekend.”

After Donald leaves, and as Dorothy leads us through the house, Amy Sue realizes that we’ve been set up.  Of course, I knew it as soon as we began our car ride over here.  I just did not say anything because to me it is not a big deal.  In fact, the closer we got to the club, the more I began to anticipate another day of spanking and fucking.

“Listen, bitch,” Amy Sue says to Dorothy.  “You lied to us over and over again ever since we left your house two days ago.  What the fuck did we ever do to you to make you so pissed at us?”

“Slave Amy Sue,” Dorothy replies.  “First of all, I didn’t do anything to you that was not warranted as part of your qualification process.  What I told you about Horatio was true and you are much better to be away from him.  As for this:  You chose to come back here voluntarily.  Donald never forces anyone to become his slave.  You did it voluntarily.  So, shut the fuck up and enjoy your time here.”

“One last thing.” Dorothy adds.  “Just a warning:  Don’t ever let a Master or Mistress hear you call another slave ‘bitch’, or anything else derogatory.  That’s an automatic 50 with the whip.  Trust me:  Most of the Masters here can whip much better – and harder – than those bitches working for Horatio.  You don’t want to be on the receiving end of 50 with the whip here.”

With that warning, she leads us up to the second floor ‘Fuckin’ Rooms’.  I am not expecting to see anything different than what we saw when we were here about 24 hours ago.  But, as we get closer, I hear screams and other sounds of BDSM pleasure.  I get a real surprise when we go into one of the rooms and the bed is pushed against the far wall.  In the middle of the room is a spanking horse – complete with both wrist and ankle cuffs attached to its legs.  When I ask Dorothy about the horse, she reminds me that the theme for tonight is ‘All-Anal Night’. 

These special spanking horses are used for first whipping, and then anal fucking, any slave at any time.  Next, she takes us to another room – one where the door had been closed.  Inside we see a slave bound over one of the spanking horses getting her butt whipped with a leather flogger.  In the next room we see another slave with a very red butt getting her asshole fucked.  After that, Dorothy announces that it’s time for her to introduce us the Slave Master and tells us to follow her down into the basement.

When we arrive, I see about 25 Masters down there in various, but sexy, dress and about 30 totally naked slaves – both male and female.  All of the female slaves who are not getting fucked, whipped, are not attached to a cross or other punishment device, or are not hanging from the ceiling, are wearing those same tit-mounted serving trays that we almost were forced to wear back at Horatio’s town.  As I look around, I see that Allison’s beautiful tits are framed by her serving tray loaded with three drinks as she’s walking across the dungeon.

When Donald sees us enter, he calls us over and introduces us to the Slave Master, an African-American woman with Amazonian type features.  She’s about 6’ tall, at least 150 pounds, and has some rather large biceps.  I don’t know if she’s a dyke or straight.  All I know for sure is that I don’t want to make her mad.  He tells her that we are having a challenge match tonight and to put us on the ‘special horses’. 

She immediately takes us over to a very unique spanking bench called the Spankmeister.  Its unique design keeps the victims ass, genitals, back, front (including tits) and face all available for use or punishment.  We both are made to mount the device by placing our knees and lower legs on wooden brackets that angle out from the bench’s outer rear legs.  The Spank Master quickly straps our ankles, knees, and calves into place before having us lean forward.  Our hips are supported by a small support pad – one that only makes contact in the upper hip area at the waist.  

She attaches a belt across the top of our waist, anchoring our hips onto the support.  This position leaves our pussies and assholes available for either whipping or sexual torture while still providing us with a minimum of abdominal support.  In addition, our upper bodies are supported by a narrow padded wooden bracket that, when adjusted to our body size, supports the top of our shoulders only.  This leaves our backs, fronts, and tits available for either whipping or sexual torture. 

Our head also comes to rest in a circular bracket that is slightly tilted upwards (chin to forehead) that supports our head, but leaves access to our face – especially our mouth and nose – for all kinds of sexual ‘fun’.  But, before our faces are anchored into the support with a belt is pulled across the back of our heads, double ring gags are inserted into our mouths, therefore keeping them open and accessible for cocks. 

Lastly, our arms are pulled downward and are locked into Velcro wrist cuffs, which will keep us from using our arms to protect whatever part of our body that is receiving any punishment or sexual assault.  Oh, yes, the Spankmeister has one last feature.  It also comes with a small platform that fits between the leg brackets, which give shorter patrons easier access to our assholes. 

After all, the name of the game tonight is for us to see how many cocks we can take in our poop shoots, and keep as much cum we can keep in our assholes.  After all, the loser of this competition will be walking home naked and will be serving as the slave of the winner for the next week.  I don’t plan to do either.

“Masters and Slaves,” the Slave Master announces.  “I am sure that many of you are curious about these two bitches we have just secured in the Spankmeister.  Both are guests of Master Donald and Slave Allison.  Both also are here to conduct a BDSM Challenge.  Of course, in keeping with our ‘All-Anal Night’ theme for tonight, their BDSM Challenge is to see which of these two bitches can take the most cock up the ass tonight.  The loser, as is normally the case, becomes the slave of the winner for the next week.”

‘Well,’ I say to myself.  ‘Our secret is out.  The only thing left is a very sore asshole.’

“Since neither of these two bitches is a club member,” the Slave Master continues.  “The rules have been modified slightly.  Anyone wishing to assfuck either of these two bitches must surrender his or her own ass, or that of his or her slave, for 10 lashes with the crop.  Once that price has been paid, he or she can pick either of these two lovely assholes and he, or another designated male, can fuck it until he fills it with cum.  Yes, we are also keeping track of how much cum is deposited in each shitter, and there is no time limit on each fuck.  Sorry, bitches, but for this BDSM Challenge, only real, live, male cocks are permitted.”

“One last thing,” the Slave Master reminds everyone.  “Remember, this is ‘All-Anal Night’.  BJs are off limits tonight.  The bitches’ mouths are for post fucking cleanup only.  Anyone violating this rule will be whipped.  Now, let the party begin!”

“Slave Allison,” Donald yells.  “Get your pretty little ass up here and pick our first target.”

Although neither Amy Sue nor I can see anything, it doesn’t take long for me to feel Allison’s body snuggle up against my ass.  Well, it looks like I will be the first butt fucked tonight.  I just hope that I’m the last, too.  I really don’t want to become Amy Sue’s bitch for the next week, nor do I want to walk home naked later tonight. 

Suddenly, I hear Allison getting her cropping and feel her body lunge against my ass with each stroke of the crop.  It only takes Donald a couple of minutes to deliver the strokes, and then I feel the head of his dick push against my rosebud.  I want to yell, ‘Stop teasing me!’ at him.  But, of course, I can’t say anything with my face buried in this dam spanking bench while wearing a double ring gag.

As Donald begins to stroke his cock deep into and out of my ass, I suddenly hear some screams coming from my right.  I guess Amy Sue’s first victim is paying the tariff for her ass now.  My lead over her is very short lived.   But, God, right now I don’t care.  Donald sure knows how to use his meat.  I’ve been assfucked thousands of times in m short life, but so far he does it best.  I’m not far from cumming.  Fill me up, you bastard, I need that cum!

Donald must assfuck me for a good 10 minutes before shooting his load into my bowels.  I can hear, but not see, Amy Sue receiving a similar anal experience.  Eventually I feel Donald tense up, stop dead, grab my hips, and then thrust deep into my gut one last time before filling me up with his baby makers. 

As soon as he comes back down to earth he withdraws his cock and walks around to where my face is anchored into Spankmeister, sticks his cock upwards and into my mouth for cleaning.  Nothing new.  I am getting used to it after every assfuck.  I am actually beginning to savor the flavors of his cum and my anal juices.  Thankfully, both Amy Sue and I had a triple dose of enema before leaving Donald’s condo.

About that same time, I feel another body snuggle up next to my ass.  This time the spankee is male, for I can feel a cock wiggling between my legs.  Again, with each lash of the riding crop landing on his ass I feel his body surge forward into mine.  After 10 cracks with the crop, I steps back, lines the head of his cock up with my rosebud, and then thrusts forward.  Thank God I lubed my asshole good before coming here tonight.  This fucker didn’t lube his prick with anything.

Our assfucking contest goes on for several hours.  I am not sure how many guys fucked my anal cavity.  After the first 50 or so you just lose track.  I probably will not be able to walk or sit much for the next week.  And, my rosebud probably will not close properly for at least that long.  Why did I agree to this stupid contest?

Eventually, I hear Dorothy come by and tell us that the club will be closing the Dungeon in about 10 minutes.  That’s probably just enough time for one last assfuck, and she’s volunteered to take a cropping for one of her male Masters.  With that, she snuggles her cunt up next to my asshole while she reaches around and begins to play with my tits.  God, I’m beginning to like this bitch.  Then, I hear the first crop swat land on her ass.  Not only does she lurch forward, pushing her cunt into my ass.  But, she also gives both of my tits a very painful pinch.  Again, I am really beginning to like this bitch.

Just as Dorothy receives her last lash, I hear the Slave Master announce that it’s Dungeon closing time and, therefore, our BDSM Challenge is over.  She asks for the totals and two large measuring cups.  She then begins to release us from our bondage.  However, as soon as our wrists are released from the Spankmeister, Allison comes over and re-cuffs our arms behind our backs.

“Donald’s orders,” is all she says while cuffing us.

As soon as we are standing on our own feet (or should that be standing in our Fuck Me! stilettos), the Slave Master re-attaches a collar around our necks, a leash to the collar, and then pulls us forward into the center of the Dungeon.  She then tells us each to squat over two large plastic measuring cups and ‘force all the cum you can out of your assholes’. 

Embarrassing, to say the least.  It’s worse than getting forced to piss in public.  But, it’s the only way to figure out which of us gets to walk home naked with Allison.  After about five minutes of squatting, and knowing that my asshole itself must be the size of the Grand Canyon right now, the Spank Master finally announces:  “We have a winner!”

“Contestant Number One, Slave Amy Sue,” she announces for all to hear.  “Slave Amy Sue was ass fucked by 131 different cocks tonight.  That’s a new club record.  In addition, her accumulated cum total is 48 ounces of wasted baby makers.  Again, a new club record.”

Right now I am feeling very low.  I am not only about to become Amy Sue’s ‘bitch’ for the next week, but I also get to walk back to Donald’s condo bare ass naked.  Well, at least Allison will be there to keep me company.

“Now, for Contestant Number Two, Slave Maxine,” the Slave Master continues.  “Slave Maxine was ass fucked by 136 cocks tonight.  Some of them were repeaters.  But, according to the rules, repeaters also count.  So, officially Slave Maxine was assfucked by 136 cocks tonight.  The winner of part one of the BDSM Assfucking Challenge is:  Slave Maxine with a new club record of 136 cocks.  Slave Maxine, you can claim your sex slave whenever you want.”

I give Amy Sue a quick look and see that she’s very disappointed.  She thought that she had the contest won.  But, so did I.

“Now, for part two of the BDSM Assfucking Challenge:  Slave Amy Sue collected 48 ounces of cum.  Slave Maxine collected:  (she pauses, making us all wait with anticipation) 51 ounces, a new club record.  Slave Amy Sue, it looks like you will be walking home naked, too!”

When I realize that I have won both portions of our Challenge, I quietly, and without saying anything, I calmly walk over and take Amy Sue’s leash.  But, instead of embarrassing her, I just hand the collar to Allison and tell her that I will see them both at home in the morning.

Chapter Thirteen

It takes about 15 minutes before Donald escorts all three of his slaves out to the car.  All of us still have our wrists cuffed behind our backs, but only Amy Sue is wearing a slave collar and leash.  Both Allison and Amy Sue are also bare ass naked, while I am wearing my one-string-only bottom bikini.  Donald escorts me to the car by gently leading me by the arm, while Allison follows behind and tows Amy Sue behind her by her leash. 

When we get to the car, Donald tells me to stand there patiently and wait, and then he tells both Allison and Amy Sue to get into the back seat of the car.  Of course, the top is down.  Once they get in, he has them both turn sideways, back to back, and then locks their wrists cuffs together.  Then, one by one, he pulls their legs up and outward until their legs are hanging over the sides of the car, thereby exposing their tits and cunts to anyone walking or driving by. 

He then helps me get into the front passenger seat, and moments later we are off.  As we drive away, he pulls his cock from his pants and then tells me that he needs a good, slow BJ.  I just give him a dirty smile, lean over sideways, and do my best to satisfy my Master’s wish.

I continue to give him a slow BJ, and just before he blows I feel the car stop.  He doesn’t want to wreck when he pops, so he pulls over.  I don’t hear anything from the two in the back, so I continue to suck.  Or, should I say, I continue to ‘deep throat’, his big cock.  It only takes about 30 seconds or so more before he paints my throat with his sperm.  God, his jizz tastes good!

It’s about 90 minutes before sunrise when we stop again.  This time I recognize that we’re on the outskirts of Donald’s town.  Donald just tells me to stay in the car and then he helps both Allison and Amy Sue get their tired bones out.  After all, both have a commitment that they must fulfill before reaching home.  Donald explains to Amy Sue that they are on the edge of town, and his condo is about two miles away.  He also says that they should be there by 10 AM. 

‘Hell,’ I wonder.  That’s more than 4 hours from now.  Surely they can walk faster than that?’  Amy Sue wonders the same thing.  She also asks if it will take that long.  Allison only smiles and comments that it will take every bit that long to get home.  It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Allison is planning to fuck her way home.

As Allison and Amy Sue begin to walk away, Donald and I just sit there admiring their wiggling asses as they strut down the sidewalk.  I have always loved to watch Amy Sue wiggle and waddle her naked butt.  But, Allison has her beat.  God, her ass is beautiful.  Even when it’s bright red and striped from the cane.  Well, maybe even more beautiful when it’s bright red and striped from the cane.

“Seen enough,” Donald says as he sees me starring at those two beautiful asses walking away from us.  “Let’s get outta here.  Don’t worry about them.  As long as Amy Sue stays with Allison, she will be safe.  Everyone in town knows Allison.  They also know that Allison is my step-sister, and they all know that if anyone harms her I will make their lives miserable.  She’s safer walking naked in this town that she would be walking fully clothed anywhere else.”

With that he floors the petal and our Camaro roars to life.  In less than five minutes we are back in his condo.  Of course, I am still almost naked and still have my wrists cuffed behind my back.  It appears that he has no plans to give me my freedom as long as I am living with him.  But, who cares.  He’s been good to me so far.  Why should that change?  But, down deep I know that we cannot stay.  Neither Amy Sue nor I are looking for a long-term relationship.  We’re merely looking for hot cock and a series of one-night stands.

While I am day dreaming about what’s next in Amy Sue’s and my future, David proves that he’s a man’s man and begins to cook breakfast.  It’s not just any breakfast.  It’s a four-star gourmet’s delight.  It includes just about everything that you could get at a fancy restaurant.  When everything is ready, he has me once again kneel beside his chair as he, once again, feeds me like I’m a dog.  Or, a slave.  Either way, I get hand fed the most delicious breakfast. 

As we eat, he also asks me about where we are headed and what we plan to do once we get there.  I explain that our only goal is to suck and fuck our way around the country.  Our first Best Coast stop will be Seattle, but we also plan to spend some time in Portland, San Francisco, LA and San Diego before heading home.  We figure that by the time we get back to New York City – with no timetable for accomplishing that goal – we probably will be ready for that ‘walking, talking baby factory’ life that most women dream about.  But, so far our only dream has been about big cocks and wet cunts.

He explains that there is very little to see and experience between his fair city and Seattle.  It’s inhabited by a bunch of ultra-conservative radicals and religious nutcases.  He tells us to especially be careful of those belonging to the militant groups and the fundamentalist bible-thumpers, and that we probably will meet both at some time during our trip.  Both can be very intolerant like to use violence to convert non-believers.   He reminded me that Tim McVeigh was one of those nut cases before he blew up the Federal Building in Oklahoma City.  They wouldn’t worry about killing two young sluts. 

In addition, he warned me that after we leave his area the cops can be very mean and dirty.  So, we better get through that area as quickly as possible.  He also suggested that we keep our bodies covered as much as possible, for some of these rednecks will see our lifestyle as the work of the devil, and eliminating the devil is part of their religion. 

When I tell him that the only clothes that we own right now are sexy, Fuck Me! style party dresses for clubbing and bikinis for daytime traveling, he suggests that we always keep our bikini tops on and make sure that any party dress we wear covers our tits.  After all, he reminds me, that it’s better to be safe than sorry when traveling through this area.

Just as he finishes scaring the shit out of me, Allison and Amy Sue arrive.  Both look like they’ve been the featured performer at a fraternity party.  Both have red marks on their tits and asses, and I can see cum dripping from both of their cunts.  After what Donald has just told me, I now wish that I had walked home with them, for that may be the last partying that we do until we arrive in Seattle.

After a brief discussion with Amy Sue, we decide that it’s time for us to hit the road again.  I tell her about Donald’s warnings, so we decide to go back to wearing our bikini’s during the daytime.  We also decide to keep our cover-ups within an arm’s reach while driving.  So, while Allison and Amy Sue have some breakfast, and while Amy Sue washes her cum-soaked body in the shower, I go down to the car and retrieve our suitcases. 

However, while I am down at the car, Donald shows up with a surprise.  He’s got two new license plates, a new car registration certificate, and two new driver’s licenses for our temporary use.  He explains that these will provide us with some protection in case we run into the only cop in the Big Sky Country that honors Horatio’s A-P-B (All Points Bulletin) for our arrest.  He also tells us that if we run into any cops that give us a hard time, make our first phone call to him.  It seems that he’s much better connected that I ever thought. 

Both Amy Sue and I are getting a bit fatigued, be we also realize that we need to get our bodies back onto a daylight oriented schedule, so we pack up and head off.  I tell Amy Sue that she can have the first nap shift while I drive, and I will wake her up when I begin to get drowsy.  So, away we go.  Surprisingly, I have caught my second wind, for I don’t feel the need to have her relieve me. 

I’m not sure how many miles we travel (enough to put us on our second tank of gas for the day), but eventually we come to a small town located somewhere along I-90 sometime after sunset.  By then I am exhausted and we decide that it’s time to stop for the night.  With any luck we will be in Seattle by this time tomorrow.  We’re not sure if this town will have any sugar daddies willing to exchange room and board for some young pussy.  But, there’s only one way to find out.  So, we go looking for nice bar for some ‘beverages’.

As we drive around town, I notice that there doesn’t appear to be any establishments that are hopping.  Dives and working-class cowboy bars are all that we see.  Now, there’s nothing against working class cowboys, but those guys don’t normally have enough spending money to wine and dine girls like us in the fashion that we expect.  All they want is sluts who give it away or cheap whores.  We are neither. 

But we also know that we can’t go walking around this conservative little town in our bikinis, so we find a local gas station where we change into one of our clubbing dresses.  While at the station I ask one of the attendants, a hot looking cowgirl, about any local dance clubs.  She says that the only place she knows about is a bar two exits up the freeway.  She says it’s really a tittie bar, but a lot of single women go there, too. 

We assume that the term ‘tittie bar’ refers to a strip club and we’re really not strip club gals.  But, right now we’re on a cock hunt and beggars can’t be choosers.  We need cocks that can provide food, drinks, and a place to spend the night.  So, we decide to head up the road and see if there are any sugar daddies or rich cougars hanging out at this tittie bar.

“B-T-W,” (By-the-way) she tell us as we are leaving the station.  “It’s a Free Boobie Night at the bar.  Any woman entering the bar without a male escort must have her boobies completely exposed and totally uncovered.” 

Hell, if she only knew what we’ve been through this past six months.  Amy Sue suggests that we go back and get our topless swim suits, but I tell her that we should ‘continue to live dangerously’.  So, we take off for the tittie bar wearing our ‘Fuck Me!’ dresses.

The club looks very unusual from the outside.  It looks like many other roadhouses, except we see some 18-wheelers parked in a vacant lot across the street.  In the main parking lot we see everything from foreign compacts to big luxury cars.  We even see several ‘Texas Cadillac’s’ (big, expensive, fully loaded pickups).  We park our little Camaro right between one of the ‘Texas Cadillac’s’ and a very expensive looking Mercedes.  Now, if we can only identify the owners of either of these two vehicles we should eat and sleep (well maybe not sleep) well tonight.

As we prepare to enter, one of the bouncers sees us and thinks we’re dancers and tells us that “the Dancer’s Entrance is around back”.  After convincing him that the only dancing we will be doing tonight is on some lucky guys cock, we pay the cover charge (something that we would never do elsewhere) and gain entrance.  (Later we learn that if we had worn our topless bathing suits we would have gotten in free.) 

As we enter I see a check girl wearing a ‘Peek-A-Boo’ dress (a sexy, skin-tight, club style mini dress with two cutouts that allow her tits to ‘Peek-A-Boo’ through the dress) waving to us.  We stop long enough to hear her say “May I check your dresses, ladies?  This is Free Boobie Night, and all women without male escorts, no matter what their age or appearance, are required to have their naked boobies on display whenever in this club.”

Amy Sue then tells her that we are commando under our dresses.  Her only reply is: ‘so what?’  Now we realize that the girl at the gas station was not kidding us.  So, I look at Amy Sue and she merely nods her head.  About a minute later we hand the check girl our dresses and prepare to enter the club bare ass naked.  However, before we are permitted into the club’s main room, we are forced to place a choker around our necks.  The choker has what appears to be a ruby in its center and is actually a nice looking piece of jewelry.

As we enter the main room of the club, and after our eyes adjust to the reduced lighting, I see that there are a lot of single guys just hanging around, drinking, and talking.  Ditto for single women.  But, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of co-mingling among the two groups.  Most of the mixed couples we see are those that came together earlier (or at least they came together long enough for the girl to gain entry without baring her boobs).

We see an open table over in the corner. Its right beside another with four women – all wearing clubbing dresses that fully exposed their tits – sitting, talking, and having a good time.  After we take our seats, one of the four leans over and tells us that there are only a few servers available and if we want anything to drink we probably need to go get it ourselves. I tell Amy Sue to protect our table and I will go get the drinks.   One of the four also tells me that drinks are on the house for any woman brave enough to be totally naked.

As I am leaning on the bar waiting for the barmaid to deliver two vodka tonics I feel a hand feeling up my ass.  When I turn I see a guy standing there ogling my ass.  He’s a real dork – one that I would never pay any attention to if given a choice.  I know that if I make a scene it will only get worse.  So, I just turn around and try to ignore him.  Only, his next move is to reach between my legs and begin to run his fingers along my cunt lips.

“Hands off the merchandise, Bub!”  It’s the barmaid, who is totally naked above the waist.  All she’s wearing is a very small G-string thong covering her twat, and she’s telling him to leave me alone.  “You have to wait to see if she’ll get picked for the ‘line’ tonight before you can sample the merchandise.”

“But, she’s totally naked,” he replies.  “You know what that means.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about, and I must have shown it, too.  For when I turn to get our drinks, the barmaid leans over to me and asks, “You’re new here, aren’t you?”  

I tell her that I just arrived with a friend about an hour ago and I am looking for a sugar daddy to take care of me tonight.  She smiles and says that I have a lot to learn about their little club.

Suddenly all of the lights in the club begin flashing on and off.  At the same time I see that the barmaid is also wearing a choker similar to mine around her neck.  Only the red ruby on her choker is now flashing on and off.

“Oh, fuck!” the barmaid yells.  “Not again.”

Without saying another word, she steps from behind the bar and walks towards the center of the club where she and two other women, each with flashing red chokers, stop and stand with their arms over their heads.  Suddenly three sets of chains drops from the ceiling.  Each chain has a set of wrists cuffs attached to its bottom.  Once the chains are low enough, each girl reaches up and secures her wrists in the cuffs. 

Then, once all three are locked, the chains raise again until each girl is standing with her arms fully extended over her head. As the club lights go back to normal, I see a group of people – mainly guys, but there are some gals doing it, too – descend upon the three women and begin to feel their bodies up.  One guy even begins to suck on the barmaid’s tits.

“God,” the guy who had been feeling my ass comments as I begin to walk away from the bar.  “I hope you get picked for the ‘line’ later tonight.”

When I get back to our table I see that Amy Sue is now sitting with the group of four at the next table.  Only she’s the fourth.  One of the original four is missing.  I ask what’s going on, and the original three all begin to tell me about the ‘line’.  One tells me that our little chokers are not jewelry.  Actually they are electronic signaling devices, and once an hour the club’s computer randomly picks three single girls to volunteer to be part of the ‘line’ in the center of the club.  In fact, another comments, that one of the three currently hanging by wrists cuffs in the center of the club while getting groped is one of their friends that was sitting with them earlier.

They also tell me that the ‘line’ is a club tradition, and that everyone who comes here knows that on Free Boobie Night all single women entering the bar must do so bare chested.  Not only that, but each also must make herself available for fondling and groping as part of the ‘line’ if she is picked through a random drawing.  She then asks us if we had been informed prior to our entry and Amy Sue explains that all we knew is that all single women had to keep their tits naked and on display. 

“How about how you’re dressed,” one of the three asks.  “Didn’t anyone explain that any body part that is naked is subject to groping and fondling?  Since you’re totally naked, both of you are subject to having everything fondled, fingered, used and abused.”

Naturally this is the first that either of us has heard about any of these rules.  Next, I ask the unforgiveable.  What if someone refuses to participate in the ‘line’?  The alpha of the group very quickly says that one must never refuse if selected.  First of all, it’s against the code of the club, and everyone who comes here on Free Boobie Night knows about the rules and what happens if you are chosen. 

Besides, she further explains, the owner of the club is also the Township Constable.  The last time someone refused, he had her arrested, charged with prostitution, and she was sentenced to 10 years in the Woman’s Reformatory.  (Later I learn that the Woman’s Reformatory is really a state-owned and run whorehouse.)

As we are talking, the lights begin to flash again.  This time I see a smaller red light flashing and I look over to the three sitting with us.  The alpha gal’s choker is now flashing red.

“Oh, fuck,” she comments.  “I guess I get to join Patty up front.   Oh, well.  It’s been so long since I’ve had any cum on my tits and it probably will feel good.”

Chapter Fourteen

After she leaves, there are only four of us sitting at the table.  I ask the others how long they will have to stay there.  I am told that once selected, each girl must hang by her wrists with her tits, and sometimes other body parts, exposed until closing time.  At closing time, each girl is taken back to the private party room, where they become ‘glory hole’ girls.  She doesn’t need to explain to me what that means.  Now I also understand the other girls comments about ‘cum on my tits’.

The one thing that really strikes me funny is that no guys are bothering to hit in any of us.  All four of us are young, sexy, good looking gals sitting there with our tits exposed to the world.  But, no guys are trying to hustle us.  Not exactly what Amy Sue and I want.  I mention to Amy Sue that maybe we should find another place to hunt cock. 

That’s when the quieter of the two remaining tells me that we cannot leave until all of the ‘line’ girls have been selected.  Once we enter, we must stay until the club’s official closing time, which is 2 AM, or until sunrise when the private party room closes. 

“That is,” she concludes while giving me a naughty smile.  “Unless you want to get arrested for prostitution.”

We continue talking for a while.  I’m not sure how long passes, but eventually the house lights begin to flash again.  This time I see multiple red lights begin to flash.  I look over at Amy Sue and both of our newfound friends, and all three of them have red lights flashing on their chokers. 

“Ah, shit,” one of the newfound friends says as she begins to stand up.  “I guess I know what we’ll be having for dinner tonight.  Or, is that breakfast in the morning.”

“Boy, are you going to be popular,” the second newfound friend says to Amy Sue.  “Totally naked means all three holes are available.  You’re going to be one tired, and probably sore, broad in the morning.  Well, cunts, let’s go get fondled and fingered.”

Just that quickly I am now sitting at a table all by myself.  No one to talk to.  Now I really want one of the guys to come by and try to hustle me.  Or, is that I want one or two to come by so that I can hustle them.  But, W-T-F?  (What the fuck?)  What’s going on here?  Where are all the cocks?  I need a good meal and am willing to fuck anything with a cock to get it.  Where are all the horny guys?

Instead of sitting there alone, I decide to roam and see if I can get picked up.  But, once again, I can’t understand why nobody is hitting on me.  It’s never happened before.  I’ve always got some horny guy – usually an older one at that – trying to get into my cunt.  Tonight is very unusual.  Where is that dork that was feeling my ass earlier?  Even a dork like him can buy me dinner right?

As I walk towards the bar, I notice that the room now appears to be dominated by women.  Then I look up to the ‘line’ and see that most of the guys are up there getting free feels and more.  Amy Sue appears to have three guys hanging off her bod.  The bartender also is one busy pussy right now.  I can see two guys sucking on her tits and a third guy is on his knees with his face in her ass.  God even that would feel good right now.

Right before I reach the bar I see a table of three BBW MILFs who apparently are just sitting there and watching me walk by.  Each one is wearing a very fancy, and sexy, spaghetti strap clubbing dress that has been modified so that their tits stick through the bodice.  As I begin to pass their table, one of them reaches over and feels my cunt.  But, instead of making it a quick group, I feel her middle finger try to penetrate my lips.

“Why don’t you join us,” one of them says to me.  “There’s only one more drawing left, and after that it will only be us girls.”

“Let me get a drink first,” I reply. 

But, the one with a finger in my cunt doesn’t want to stop, so she tells one of her friends to go get me a drink while she uses her other hand to pull me towards their table.  As I am quickly pulled into a vacant chair I feel a second finger penetrate my puss.  God, I want to tell her to stop, but right now I am both horny and frustrated and am willing to fuck anything with legs. 

“What do you mean,” I ask, “when you say that after the next drawing it will only be us girls?”

“Oh, my,” another of them replies.  “You are new.  I thought so.  Hell, honey, the only ones getting any cock tonight are the lucky ladies up on the ‘line’.  At closing time, which is only about 30 minutes from now, they will be taken back to the private party to become ‘glory hole’ girls.  As for the rest of us girls, we will be asked to leave.  That’s why we keep coming back to this place.  In this town it’s the only way for a single girl to get any cock without becoming a walking, talking baby factory.”

When the gal who was sent to fetch my drink gets back, she announces that ‘Last Call’ will be in 5 minutes.  Again, I must look puzzled when the woman with fingers in my cunt explains that tonight ‘Last Call’ refers to the last random drawing of the ‘line’ girls.  Suddenly I was feeling guilty – no, make that jealous – of Amy Sue’s position up on the ‘line’ and am secretly wanting to join her. 

But, like the rest of the women in the club, I cannot control that fate.  It’s all up to the luck of the computer draw.  As I look around the room, I realize that my chances of joining Amy Sue are very slim.  There appears to be at least 50 sets of bouncing bare boobies in the room.  But, only three bare breasted women will be chosen.  I can only hope and dream.

“If none of us are chosen for the ‘line’,” the gal with her fingers in my cunt says.  “We’re all going to go back to my place for a little lesbo party.  Since you haven’t told me to take my fingers away from your cunt, I am assuming that you like it.  Would you like to join us if you don’t get chosen for the ‘glory hole’ squad?”

Well, what I really need is a nice hard cock.  But, a sopping wet pussy may have to do for tonight.  But, I decide to push my luck before answering her directly.

“Well,” I reply.  “My friend and I just got into town a couple of hours ago.  What I really need is something to eat.”

Of course, as soon as that comment escapes my mouth I realize that I should have chosen my words more carefully.  Really, not even a comedian’s straight man could have set her up for the punch line better than I just did.

“Honey,” she replies.  “Come home with us and you can have all that you want to eat.  (pause)  You can even have some food.”

Suddenly the lights in the room begin flashing again.  Just as quickly I see a small red light blinking on and off.  One of the girls at our table has just been picked as one of the final three to join tonight’s ‘line’.  I look over to the woman who’s been fingering me for the last 10-15 minutes and see that her choker is now flashing red.  She’s one of the last to be picked.  Now, I’m really frustrated.  Not only am I not going to be on the ‘line’, but my perverted friend is now withdrawing her fingers from my twat.

“Well, ladies,” I say.  “What were you saying about a lesbo party?”

“Wait,” one of the other replies.  “There’s one other lottery yet to come.  It’s for the ‘clean-up girls.”

I give them a look.  I don’t know why, for I know exactly what a ‘clean-up girl’ is.  After all, I‘ve been one a time or two.  But, for some reason just hearing the term makes me react as if I am surprised.  Now, I really want my little red choker to flash soon as I am daydreaming about all of the used cocks, faces, cunts, and assholes that I will be asked to clean.

About five minutes later all of the house lights come on bright and there is an announcement over the loudspeakers that the club is closing for the night.  I look towards the center of the room and see all of the girls in the ‘line’ getting led by the chains cuffed to their wrists towards the back of the club.  By now all of the guys are in the back of the club, and all of the women who are not in the ‘line’ are getting escorted towards the door. 

“I thought that there would be an announcement about a ‘clean-up girl’?” I ask as one of the others escorts me towards the club’s main entrance. 

“Oh, they’ve already been selected,” one of the others says.  “They just haven’t been notified yet.  It could be any of us.  But, we must leave now.  If we don’t get stopped at the door we will know that we were not selected tonight.  If we don’t leave peacefully we will be arrested and charged with prostitution.”

I am now understanding about all of the warnings Donald gave me earlier today about how we would be driving through a very sexist, male dominated area.  I don’t know if the club owner is just a sexist pig or a member of one of the male oriented fundamentalist religions that populate the area.  Hell, he could be a FLDS leader (fundamentalist wing of the LDS church that still practices polygamy) for all I know.  But, right now I really don’t care.  I just want access to some cock. 

Suddenly as we continue to walk towards the main door I feel two hands on my ass cheeks.  I look both directions and see that two of the ladies that were sitting that the table are now on each side of me and each one is reaching behind my back and is feeling up one of my ass cheeks.  Well, I really want some cock.  But, if that’s not available, maybe I can get my pussy and ass licked until I cum. 

So, instead of complaining I just reach behind me, place my hand on top of theirs, and push down slightly in a circular motion.  They get the idea and begin to caress my ass cheeks even more aggressively.  Then, I withdraw my arms, reach across the front of their bodies, and begin to finger their cunts.  When in Rome….

“By the way,” the BBW on my left (and feeling up my right ass cheek) says.  “I’m Bev.  My horny friend over there (she nods with her head towards the BBW walking on my right while feeling up my left ass cheek) is Betty.  We really would like to be your dates for the evening.  Care to join us at the Bitches Party?”

There is a line at the check stand, as every woman in the place that did not get picked is turning her red ruby choker back into the club.  It takes about 10 minutes for the three of us to make our way up to the stand, and when we hand the check girl all three of our chokers, she suddenly hears a beeping sound. 

Suddenly, one of my friends leans over to me and says that one of us will be spending the night sucking cum, cunt, and ass juices.  Of course, none of us know who it is.  Neither does the check girl since we handed all three of the chokers in at once.

“OK, you three,” she says.  “One of you has been selected as a ‘clean-up’ girl for tonight.  Now, whose choker is this?”

All three of us look at the choker in question, then each other.  Obviously I am the smallest of the three of us, and therefore have the smallest neck circumference.  The neck girl looks at the two other chokers, and it’s obvious that the one that she claims has beeped is the smallest of the three.  So, she tells me to step forward and she attempts to re-lock the choker around my neck.  Unfortunately, it’s an exact fit.  It’s my choker.

“Bingo!” the check girl comments.  “I know my boss is planning to have a lot of fun with you.  Now, which dress is yours?”

When she comes back, Bev reaches out and grabs my dress and purse before I can take either from the check girl.  When I protest to the girl, she just shrugs her shoulders and mumbles something about ‘it’s not my problem now’.  I look at Betty for help.  But, she quickly leans over and whispers in my ear that if I voluntarily come with them, tonight will be a special night for us all.    

Then, she and her friend both reach behind me again and play grab ass with my cheeks.  I’m so horny now that I don’t care who is fondling my ass.  I just want somebody to kiss and lick it.  Just as I am beginning to enjoy them fingering my ass, I feel them reach up, each one grabs one of my wrists, and then they each pull my arms together behind my back.  Then, I hear the sound that’s become all too familiar on this trip: 

CLICK!

“Oh, she must be the last cleanup-girl for tonight,” the check girl comments.  “Save me a space so that I can have some fun when I’m done here.”  

“Wait,” I reply.  “I can’t leave now.  Amy Sue, my friend and traveling companion, is in the back room and I can’t leave her.  How will she catch up with me if you take me to your house?”

“First, we’re not going home right now,” Bev comments.  “We’re going to the Bitches Party instead.  Besides, our hubbies and our sons are all in the back room, too.  One of us will be coming back here to pick them up at sunrise.  Besides, you may want to meet our boys.  Each has a huge cock and knows how to use it.  Trust us.  Each is a great fuck.”

With that, I am led out of the club to a waiting van.  I am pushed into the back of the van without anyone saying another word.  I am not sure what is going on, but I am sure that before the night is over I will have at least one of my holes used or abused.  And, right now, I don’t care which one.  All I know is that I need fucked bad.

We drive down the road and back into town.  We come past a small storefront, where I see a line of women standing outside waiting to get into the facility.  Our van pulls around the corner and into a back parking lot.  When we stop, I am removed and led into the back of one of the units.  When I get inside, I see a room with about four Queening Stools, or at least what are called Queening Stools in the BDSM clubs that I have attended. 

Each stool is sits about 14” off the floor and has a circular seat opening on the top and an ‘U’ shaped opening in the back for the ‘clean-up’ girl’s head to enter the unit.  Each stool has a head support pillow that can be adjusted to raise the ‘clean-up’ girl’s head to hold her nose and mouth even with the seat opening.  The device also has a set of wrists cuffs on the outside, so that when the ‘clean-up’ girl’s head is in position, her wrists can be locked into place, thereby keeping her from escaping

Three of the stools are now occupied with naked women lying on their backs with their faces pulled up and into the bottom of the stool.  Each of the women also has her wrists cuffed to the outside of the stool while the rest of her body is fully exposed as she is lying flat on the floor.  In addition, they all also have 4’ wide spreader bars locked on each ankle keeping her legs spread wide open.  From that position, her face and her cunt are easily accessible to whoever wants to use them.

All three of the stools are also occupied on the top with partially-naked women getting either their pussies or assholes licked by the ‘clean-up’ girl locked into the bottom of the stool.  Obviously, the only unused stool appears to be reserved for me, or should I say my face.  Both of my friends lead me over to the vacant stool, where they stop long enough to release my wrists from their cuffs behind my back.

“Since you’re new here,” Betty explains.  “On Free Bobbie Night there are always four silent drawings.  We teased you when we called those drawings ‘clean-up girls’.  Well, the winners of those silent drawings do spend the night in ‘clean-up’ duty, but not at the glory hole as we led you to believe.”

“This is the Bitches Party.  It’s where all of the women in attendance at the club who were not picked for the ‘line’ and glory hole duty can come for some relief.  Yes, you were picked for ‘clean-up’ duty.  Now, just lie down and we will arrange for you to spend the rest of the night ‘cleaning-up’ wet, sticky, horny cunts and assholes.”

I want to argue, but then the sounds of wet tongues going into and out of wet cunts and assholes becomes music to my ears.  So, I obediently lie down, let them position my head so that my nose and mouth are even with the top of the seat, and then let them cuff my wrists and legs into position.  Then, before I know it, Bev suddenly sits down on the seat, pulls her legs wide apart, and exposes her pretty, pink slit.  Well, I may not be a brain scientist, but I do know what to do.  It’s time to put my tongue to good use.

However, while I am providing ‘lip service’ to Bev I feel someone begin to tongue fuck my slit.  Later I discover that person is Betty.  Eventually I feel both sets of my pussy lips get a wide on as Betty’s tongue enters my snatch.  ‘Damn!  Sheee’s goooood!’ is what I want to yell.  But, at the time my tongue is busy, and I don’t want to piss off Bev.

While Betty is servicing my puss, I continue to do the same Bev’s cunt while she sits on my face.  After about 60 seconds of tongue fucking her puss, she shifts so that her clit is directly over my mouth.  I know exactly what she wants and quickly begin to suck on her clit.  Although I cannot see anything but her pussy, I do hear her breathing begin to get rather excited. 

I know that she’s getting close, so I double my efforts to increase her pleasure.  Suddenly, she gets very tense and really pushes her pussy down tight against my face.  As I continue to pleasure her clit, suddenly I feel her cum juices flooding my face.  Manna from heaven.  Two things that I cannot get enough of are male and female cum.  I love the taste of both.  And, although I have been known to eat a creampie from time to time, I prefer cum direct from the source. 

As Bev cums on my face, I feel my own state getting near the point of no return.  As I am really into my own pleasures, Bev momentarily shifts again.  Only, she doesn’t get off the stool.  She only shifts so that now her rosebud is directly over my mouth and my nose is forced up into her ass crack.

Chapter Fifteen

  I’m not sure how many women make me ‘clean-up’ their pusses or a-holes, but I am kept busy most of the night.  Suddenly, a very familiar cunt is pushed into my face.  One that I have not only seen, but I also have licked many times before.  But, most of all, it’s reeking with cum and cream-pies.  My favorite breakfast foods.   So, without a word, I just extend my talented tongue and begin my ‘clean-up’ routine on Amy Sue’s cum-filled twat. 

But, just as I am getting into cleaning-up Amy Sue’s cunt, I feel someone unlocking my ankles from the spreader bar.  Then, just as soon as they are free, I feel someone pulling my legs upwards and outwards, which I know is also lifting my ass up from the floor and totally exposing both of my bottom holes.

“Hold her legs, bitch,” a male voice orders. 

I believe that he’s telling Amy Sue to hold my legs up and out of the way so that he can get at one of my bottom holes. 

“OK, bitch,” the mystery man orders.  “Wait until I’m in her good, then start licking my ass.  I want to feel your tongue in my ass while I am feeding her my cock.”

Suddenly I feel movement over my body.  Next, I feel a dick probing at the entrance of my twat.  Only, this time it’s not a fake one.  It’s the real thing.  I don’t know who owns it, but right now I don’t care.  I only want it to fuck me.  Over and over.  Do me good, and leave me sore.

“You like that?” Bev asks.  “I thought you would.  Maxine, I would like to introduce you to my 18-year-old son, Andrew.  Or, should I say, I would like to introduce you to Andrew’s 8” cock.  Just relax and enjoy it.  Trust me.  He knows how to use it.”

Yes, he definitely does.  I’m not in a total Piledriver position, but I’m also not in any position to fight him off – even if I wanted to, which I don’t. 

‘Fuck me hard, you Son of a Bitch,’ I want to yell.  ‘Make me sore.  Do it until I beg you to stop.  But, since my mouth is full of cunt right now, I guess I will never beg you to stop.’

“God, that feels great,” Andrew comments. 

I’m not sure if he’s talking about his cock in my cunt, or Amy Sue’s tongue in his ass.  But, who cares.  ‘Just keep fucking me.’

He continues to fuck me for a good 10 minutes before dumping his baby makers into my love canal.  Shortly afterwards, Bev and Betty release my wrists from their cuffs and I am finally allowed out of my Queening Stool submissive position.  But, as Bev and Betty help me to my feet, they don’t release my arms.  Catching me by surprise, both of my arms are once again pulled behind my back and cuffed together at the wrists.  That’s when I realize that Amy Sue is also still naked and in bondage.

“Here,” Bev comments as she loops a choke collar over my head and pulls it tight against my neck.  “Now, you look better.  You and your bitch friend will love serving us at our house today.”

“By the way,” Betty comments as she turns me around to see four guys – two young bucks and two older ones starring at my naked body.  “I would like you to meet my hubby, George, and my 18-year-old step-son, Charlie.”

“This ugly brute of a man,” Bev comments, “is my hubby, Roberto.  And, I think that you’ve already met my step-son, Andrew.  Or, at least you’ve met his manhood.”

“Don’t worry, Max,” Amy Sue adds.  “All four of them are great fucks.”

“OK girls,” Betty says as she gives both Amy Sue and me a tug on our choke collars.  “Follow me.  We’ve got a lot more fun and games awaiting us when we get to the house.”

Betty leads us both out the back door by the choke collar leashes, totally naked with our wrists cuffed behind our backs, as Bev pulls up with their van.  Since we are the only ones totally naked, Bev and Betty both help us get into the van as quickly as possible.  Then, once we are all aboard, Bev heads down the road.  As we are traveling across town to Bev’s place, I see the four guys pass us in our Camaro.

“Well,” Betty comments.  “It looks like the boys have found another toy that they like.  It looks like we may need to get them sporty convertibles for their high school graduation.”

“Or, maybe some young fuck sluts,” Bev replies.

Amy Sue and I choose to ignore the comments like we’ve never heard them.  After all, it’s our car that they’re flying through the town.  And, it’s obvious who they have in mind to be their sons’ ‘fuck sluts.  Speaking of our car:  Are we ever going to get back on the road again?

“God, Amy Sue,” I ask.  “Are we ever going to make it to Seattle?”

“The deal is we are going to be their sex slaves for the next 24 hours,” my friend replies.  “They will give us food and a place to spend the night in exchange for use of all three of our holes.  But, come sunrise tomorrow, we’re headed down the road.  Besides, I don’t know about you, but last night was not very satisfying for me.  We need fucked, and I need it bad.”

“Just remember our motto,” she adds.  “‘Sucking and Fucking Our Way Across the USA!’  By sundown tomorrow night, we should be doing that in Seattle.”